Sure enough, Lan Lin Quasi-Emperor had no intention of answering, merely letting out a cold laugh.
"You should consider how you're going to die!"
With that said, he summoned a long needle that flickered in and out of view.
Brother Cheng secretly curled his lip. Old man, do you think I don't know how wary you actually are inside?
He had already obtained what he wanted.
'Weren't the remnants of the Feixian Sect working for the Dragon Race in the Demon Realm? How could he not know?'
'Could it be he got separated from those remnants?'
'Capture him and those other 12 people, there might be unexpected gains…'
Because he had asked, Lan Lin Quasi-Emperor's thoughts were now filled with these pieces of information.
So they went to the Demon Realm?
Dragon Race?
Could it be they followed the Golden Dragon King over?
Brother Cheng's mind raced, but his actions were not slow.
Before Lan Lin Quasi-Emperor could make a move, he had already charged forward resolutely.
