Watching his own blood brother have his lifeblood chopped off, the fury Mo Yinɡ showed was far more intense than when he saw the Third Sect Elder get killed.
He fixed his cold, chilling gaze on Ling Xiao, as if one wrong word and he would strike.
"Say it! Was it you?"
"That's right, I did it. So what are you gonna do about it?"
Ling Xiao looked at Mo Yinɡ. If he were facing this bastard before he learned "Demon Dragon Illusion", he might have felt a bit of pressure.
But after he'd already comprehended "Demon Dragon Illusion" to Small Success level, the threat Mo Yinɡ posed to him was no longer as great as before.
Even if it was still hard to win, it was no longer enough to make him afraid.
Hearing Ling Xiao's words, Mo Yinɡ's expression grew even darker, like the bottom of a black iron pot.
He suddenly exploded with a dense killing intent, then stepped forward, that killing intent rushing at Ling Xiao like a Demon.
