"Li Xushan, Li Yanjin, you two pieces of trash. What, haven't you been beaten enough? Let me tell you, if the Ten Thousand Souls Bone hadn't manifested this time, and if the Goddess from the Great Xia Royal Family hadn't shown up, hmph, you'd be dead already!"
Beside the young man, a young woman in a green gauze dress glanced disdainfully at Li Xushan and Li Yanjin, her tone exceptionally sarcastic.
Li Xuyao's hands clenched into fists, so tight his knuckles were white, but he didn't lash out.
He took a deep breath, suppressed his rage, and silently backed away.
"I told you to hand over the Netherworld Fruit you picked. Do I need to say it again? Backing away? Do you think you can? Hmm, and now a bunch of Human Race Cultivators have shown up. You think you have some backbone now? Which of those Human Race wastes dares to make trouble for my Lie Mountain Divine Race?"
The young man spoke again, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings, radiating boundless killing intent.
