Ling Tianyu drank the strong liquor, watching the fifteen men who had arrived. He knew their strength well; they weren't bad, all stronger than him, on the same level as the Lazy God, about the same as Xu Molin.
The three factions had indeed invested heavily. Daring to venture into the depths of Emperor Mountain, their courage and confidence were commendable.
But whether this courage could allow them to succeed, to take the head of the Lazy God, and conveniently his own head, was another matter.
For them, it was possible, but unfortunately, for Ling Tianyu, it was highly improbable.
Who were these people?
Were they meant to be sacrificed to the sword, or to let the Frenzy Sword drink their blood?
The Lazy God showed no sign of making a move; these men were all Ling Tianyu's to deal with, he didn't need to lift a finger.
