Luo Shuilan took a deep breath, her eyes brimming with killing intent as she glared at Lin Mo, "Boy, you truly deserve to die!"
"Ha!" Lin Mo chuckled coldly, indifferent, "You seem to feel quite superior, don't you? But even if you are a Junior Martial Emperor, you don't have the right to speak to me like that."
"Heh, I don't have the right? That's the biggest joke I've heard!"
"You're pushing seventy or eighty and you're just at the realm of a Junior Martial Emperor! Tell me, what right do you have?"
"In my eyes, you're no different from trash."
Yet Lin Mo's voice was domineering, echoing as if it descended from the Nine Heavens.
So arrogant! Absolutely arrogant!
So conceited! Extremely conceited!
Damn, he really is a madman.