"And if I don't?" Xu Luo looked at Zhao Feilong, marveling inwardly. The man appeared arrogant and overbearing, but in reality, he was extremely cautious. Fearing that Xu Luo had strong backers, Zhao Feilong had lured him out of the atmosphere first, intending to force him to commit suicide. That way, even if Xu Luo's "strong backers" came looking for him, he could shirk responsibility and claim he wasn't the one who killed him.
The Blood-handed Butcher... What a fitting name!
Anyone who didn't know better would have thought he was a reckless and impulsive fool!
"Do you think you have any chance of winning against me right now?" Zhao Feilong shot Xu Luo a contemptuous glare. "Since you killed my descendants, I would end you even if you were the Lord of Heaven himself!"
