"But I need some help from you, and I wonder if you dare?"
"Hmm?"
Lie Huo looked at Su Mo.
He noticed a slight smile at Su Mo's lips, not confident but serene.
As if the Seven Killings Hall meant nothing to him.
With a snap of his fingers, he could make it disappear like dust.
This made Lie Huo wrinkle his brow involuntarily:
"Are you serious about what you just said?"
"You'll know the truth if you try, elder."
Su Mo said with a chuckling smile: "Of course, you could also bury your head in the sand.
"Wait for the knife of the Seven Killings Hall to suddenly fall from the sky and take your fine head."
"This..."
Su Mo's words struck directly at the heart of Lie Huo.
Tonight's affair, Seven Killings Hall is unlikely to let things slide.
Seven people came, none returned, while Lie Huo is still well and alive.
If someone claimed Seven Killings Hall would let him continue to roam around Jianghu unfettered, no one would believe it.
Su Mo appeared here without any warning.
