Murong Longxiao realized that he might have underestimated the enemy a bit.
Underestimated Tianhai City.
But the harsh words have already been said.
A bow that is drawn cannot be turned back.
He couldn't possibly give up.
"Hmph, I don't care what that place is, or who that expert might be.
Those few people, they all have to be brought back to me.
Otherwise, how could my grandson rest easy in the underworld!"
Murong Longxiao snorted coldly.
He's used to being arrogant; asking him to be humble is impossible.
"I tell you, even if that place is Hell, you must bring them back for me, even if it means killing Mr. King Yama!"
Murong Longxiao never regards the other martial artists of the Central Plains Prefecture.
If it were Longcheng, he might be more cautious, given the presence of the War God King.
But this is Tianhai City; does he need to be afraid?
No!
There's absolutely no need!
