"Did I say you could leave?"
Ling Xiao looked coldly at Mo Cong and said indifferently, "Before you leave, leave behind the secret of your resurrection, or else, death!"
"This guy, he's indeed arrogant, does he dare to not give any face to someone the Emperor wants to protect?"
The young talents frowned upon hearing Ling Xiao's words. They've seen arrogance, but never such extreme arrogance.
He's simply a madman.
The emperor and the Medicine King are here, what secret do you still want to get? Isn't that a joke?
Mo Cong sneered, "Ling Xiao, have you thought it through? I now have the Emperor's protection, do you dare to kill me? Can you kill me?"
He wasn't stupid, naturally knowing Fengming Immeasurable protected him for his secret of resurrection.
So he was very proud.
This secret could still save his life. Facing Ling Xiao, he was even a bit arrogant.
"You are courting death!"
