The Black Desert General couldn't fathom Ling Xiao's depth clearly, so naturally, he wanted to find someone to act as cannon fodder.
He suddenly looked at Wu Mu Tu Ying and said: "The matter of whipping corpses can be discussed later. Go kill that man for me first. If you succeed, I can make you my pampered dog!"
"As you command!"
Compared to whipping corpses, Wu Mu Tu Ying evidently preferred this task.
After all, in his eyes, two youngsters who appeared out of nowhere should be easy to deal with.
He stood up and coldly gazed at Ling Xiao, exuding a powerful aura.
"Kid, it's your bad luck. Since you left, why did you return?"
Wu Mu Tu Ying sneered and lunged forward, his hands as sharp and terrifying as Ying Zhua.
One could even hear something tearing through the air.
"Not bad, this Wu Mu Tu Ying isn't inferior to any of you three,"
The Black Desert General smiled, showing some satisfaction towards his newly acquired dog.
