"You... Who are you exactly?"
Zhao Rui stared at Xiao Mu, enunciating each word, his face brimming with killing intent.
"Ignorant fool, you don't even know who I am, why are you still alive? If I were you, I'd just bash my head in and save myself the embarrassment."
Xiao Mu continued to mock, completely ignoring the mediation of Bai Rong and the white-haired elder.
"You..."
Zhao Rui was furious, his eyes shooting out two beams of black light.
The black light was boundless in its rage.
Suddenly, a Divine Spirit of ordinary rank approached Zhao Rui and whispered a few words.
Then Zhao Rui looked at Xiao Mu again, now showing disdain, "I thought it was someone else, but it's just you, coward. Strange, you were always so timid, how come you've suddenly gotten bold, daring to mock even me?"
"Timid?"
