"Ants."
"If they're dead, they're dead. At least they won't drag us down."
A cold smile touched Xue Wuying's lips upon seeing this. Nearby, Feng Lin and the others naturally heard everything Xue Wuying said, and grave expressions flashed across their faces.
He hastily plucked up his courage and flattered Xue Wuying, "Son of Blood is absolutely right!"
Xue Wuying turned, casting a cold glance over Feng Lin and the others. Feeling the chill emanating from his gaze, a shiver ran down their spines, and their faces instantly turned pale. Feng Lin and Wang Cheng exchanged looks, each reading the fear in the other's eyes.
Ignoring their fear, Feng Lin braced himself and flattered him again, "Son of Blood, we are disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect. We've long heard of your great name, and we have always admired you. Seeing you today, the demeanor you've shown is truly unprecedented and unparalleled!"
