Ning Xuan murmured as a golden light flashed in his eyes.
Soon after, Xiao Ming, Liu Qi, and their four men arrived, seething with a rage that seemed to pierce the heavens.
Liu Qi glared at Ning Xuan, pointing his longsword from a distance. "You bastard, where's the dog?!"
"Aren't I looking at one?" Ning Xuan gestured with his chin.
Fearing his master hadn't understood, a follower hastily interjected, "Young Master, he's calling you a dog bastard!"
WHOOSH!
The moment the words fell, a cold light glinted, and a head tumbled to the ground. This guy was ruthless enough to kill his own men!
"Friend, you've seen for yourself that my junior brother has quite a temper. Besides, Destiny City is just ahead. Hand over my dog, and we'll pretend this never happened," Xiao Ming said to Ning Xuan, his gaze sweeping over the Eighteen Death Warriors. As expected of a Sect disciple, he was sharp enough to recognize that the Eighteen Death Warriors were not to be trifled with.
