900 Victories
Editor: Rainystars
On the battle ring, a wide-eyed corpse collapsed down and was kicked down by Ling Xian.
His expression was cold as he glanced around coldly. Everyone felt coldness wash over them.
Everyone now knows that Ling Xian was furious.
To be attacked by something as evil as the Speedy Needle of Return, who wouldn't be furious?
"You can all challenge me in any way you want."
Ling Xian spoke, "But if anyone shows me any intention of killing me, then don't blame me for being cruel."
Those words made the crowd shudder. Many people had plans on playing tricks to defeat Ling Xian.
However, many people still looked ill-intended towards Ling Xian.
"It looks like his death didn't stun you enough."
Sensing those cold gazes, the corner of Ling Xian's lips curled up. There were sarcasm and coldness.
"I do not want to waste any more words with you. All those who are not afraid to die can come up."
"Hmmph, we'll see who dies."