"What, you don't dare to admit it?"
Chu Qingyun said with a sneer.
He wasn't worried about Lord Ming discovering his location. Even if he did, he wouldn't be able to catch Chu Qingyun—a fact Lord Ming had already learned the hard way.
"What's there not to admit? That's right, I'm from the Martial Soul Hall!"
Lord Ming had his own pride and admitted it directly.
At once, the eyes of those around Lord Ming filled with even greater fear. Many couldn't help but back away, putting as much distance as possible between themselves and him.
'A man from the Martial Soul Hall, and this powerful on top of that... He's terrifying!'
"Chu Qingyun, don't play these games with me. Are you hoping these people will attack me? Are you looking to die?"
"Let me be blunt. I came here for one reason: to kill you. The sword is right here. If you have the guts, come and take it. Of course, if you're gutless, you can always run. You're used to being a coward, after all!"
Lord Ming's voice boomed.
