Su Mo directly broke his illusion.
"..."
Lie Huo turned speechless: "We both are like grasshoppers tied to the same rope, why bother?"
"Hmm?"
Su Mo looked at Lie Huo Daoist somewhat puzzled:
"Taoist, did you misunderstand something?"
"... Misunderstand what?"
"I've never been afraid of the Seven Killings Hall.
"If they come looking for me, I welcome them, I kill one as they come. If I get the message, I'll go straight for their head and take it."
Su Mo said with a smile: "All along, the ones afraid of the Seven Killings Hall have been you. The grasshopper on this rope, is you, alone."
"I..."
Lie Huo Taoist's curse was brewing, fermenting, but he couldn't manage to say a single word.
Unable to refrain from glaring at Su Mo, feeling that this person is truly insufferable.
Speaking words completely inhuman.
Yet...although they weren't human words, they were indeed true.
