Gu Jun glanced at Song Yuanhao outside, his expression turning strange.
Comprehension?
Although he didn't know how Xu Yang managed to turn the tables and control that ray of spiritual light, the situation was already crystal clear.
This Song Yuanhao, what rotten luck.
He couldn't help but feel a little pity.
Too tragic.
Seriously, you might as well have just died earlier on Qingzhou Yunshan.
And now you still have to suffer like this.
Gu Jun grinned, swept his sleeve, and rolled up Xu Yang as he walked out of the Barbarian God Hall.
"Hm? You're actually still alive?"
Song Yuanhao was a bit taken aback, but as soon as he sensed Xu Yang's nearly burnt-out, exhausted aura, he couldn't bottle it up anymore and burst out laughing.
"Xu Yang, looks like your luck's run out, huh?"
"I won't die."
"With the Barbarian God's Relic in my hands, even if Can Sutian comes back, he might not be able to find me."
"Today, I'll use your blood to honor my father's spirit first!"
