Ling Xiao speaks without holding back, especially towards enemies, he's outright harsh.
As soon as those sarcastic words were uttered, the scene erupted in laughter.
The martial artists of the Divine Phoenix Continent had long been fed up with the arrogance of the Water Temple people these past days, and now Ling Xiao's ability to discomfort and bring pain to them made them naturally happy.
"No one has ever dared to call us, the Seven Heroes of the Water Temple, trash!"
Diwu Ying looked at Ling Xiao coldly, murderous intent bursting forth; martial artists being proud, being insulted and yet silent—how could that be?
No one will admit to being trash, even if they truly are.
"I said it, so what? Do you want to fight me again? If you do, go ahead, rest assured, I won't kill you, at most, I'll cripple you."
Ling Xiao looked playfully at Diwu Ying and said calmly.
