"You're pretty capable, aren't you? Crippling every last one of those wastes."
Yuan Haotian stared at Yang Xiao and said coldly.
He was no longer in a hurry to collect the Divine Fire from Chi Yanfeng's body. Yuan San was dead, the nine Preachers were crippled, and now, only Yang Xiao remained.
The man was strange and full of tricks, but his cultivation was far too low.
In a direct confrontation, the man would be no match for him.
Yuan Haotian was confident of that.
"That's right, now it's just you. If I cripple you, too, I suppose the Immortal Dao on this continent will be finished. Then, I'll pass down the Martial Dao. You're welcome to learn it if you'd like."
Yang Xiao said nonchalantly.
Yuan Haotian was arrogant.
He looked down on Yang Xiao.
But Yang Xiao felt he had more reason to be arrogant. 'An Ultimate Grade Dao Body? So what?'
'What's that count for? I've slain those with Sacred Bodies before.'
