"Kid, hand over the treasures on you now!"
The next second, Xue Lidong stared at Chu Mo, his voice carrying a threatening, commanding tone, so strong as if thunder was roaring, sweeping towards Chu Mo.
However, Chu Mo's expression remained unchanged.
"Now, you'd better get lost! Otherwise, I won't mind killing you!" Chu Mo finally lifted his head, his eyes now replaced with an icy coldness.
"Hahaha!" Xue Lidong burst out laughing, his eyes disdainful: "Kid, are you joking with me? You think you can kill me?"
"That's right! Scram while I still don't feel like killing you!" Chu Mo's voice was very detached.
"Kid, stop trying to act tough in front of me. Right now, Murong Chuxue has already ascended the two hundredth floor and won't bother with you. No one is covering for you. Hand over the treasures on you now, or else I will kill you." Xue Lidong spoke in a heavy tone.
"You really want to seek death, don't you?" Chu Mo's gaze turned slightly cold as he spoke indifferently.
