"My cultivation level may not be impressive, but it's enough to kill these old dogs!"
Ling Xiao stood in front of Chen Cangmang, his voice cold and detached.
In that instant, the air inside the great hall seemed to freeze.
The atmosphere became extremely heavy.
Elder Fu's face turned pale with fright, and he scolded Ling Xiao.
However, Chen Cangmang stopped him.
"Tuo Ba Ling's intent is the same as mine. Elder Fu, just stand aside."
Chen Cangmang didn't know how strong Ling Xiao really was, but for some reason, he felt a peculiar trust towards this unfamiliar yet somehow familiar middle-aged Martial Artist.
Of course, he was gambling as well.
Rather than letting the throne fall into the hands of Wise King Edward Chen Endless, he'd rather bet on a clear sky.
On Chen Canglan's side, everyone's expressions were quite unpleasant.
From the surface, Ling Xiao's cultivation level seemed to be no more than the late stage of the First Turn Yinyang Realm Twelfth Layer Hell.
