But now, he actually has fear of a mortal. How can the young man surnamed Lu tolerate this?

"What's your name?" The corners of Yang Ming's mouth raised slightly. Seeing the arrogant and domineering look of the young man named Lu, Yang Ming laughed angrily.

Faintly, the figure in front of me is about to overlap with the figure from ten years ago.

The same powerful aura, the same arrogant appearance.

The only difference is that Yang Ming is much stronger today than he was ten years ago. Therefore, when facing this young man named Lu, Yang Ming was calm and calm. He could even ask the other person's name calmly, because,

In Yang Ming's mind, this young man named Lu has been put on the death list.

"My name is Lu Xuan!"

"What? Are you afraid that you have worshiped the wrong person, so you came to ask for my name?" Lu Xuan, a young man named Lu, asked strangely.

He thought of many kinds of Yang Ming's reactions.

Normally, when a person is forced to kneel down and kowtow, he will either become angry or endure the humiliation. However, there is absolutely no one who is as calm as Yang Ming, and asked for his name.

"No!"

"I'm just afraid of killing the wrong person!"

"Lu Xuan, right? Originally, there was no hatred between you and me, but just because of what you just said, you will die in an ugly way!"

"Well, I'll give you a chance too!"

"Kill these two bastards and Su Xiaomei together, and then take me into the star field, and I will spare your life!"

"Otherwise, I will take off your head and use it as a chamber pot!" Yang Ming said every word, and he was smiling when he said this.

However, everyone present was silent.

Everyone was looking at Yang Ming like he was a fool.

Everyone opened their mouths, but could not speak. Even Lu Xuan himself felt like something was stuck in his throat. He coughed violently several times before asking in disbelief: "What did you say?"

"Say it again?"

Lu Xuan was shocked at this moment, even more than angry.

Because he felt like he was dreaming.

A common warrior actually told him that he would take off his head and make it a chamber pot.

This was nothing more than a beggar declaring war on the emperor. It was simply the most incredible thing he had ever heard.

"Don't doubt it!"

"What you just heard is what I want to express!"

Yang Ming smiled coldly, and his gaze was like a blade. At this moment, it pierced deeply into Lu Xuan's heart. At the same time, it also made Su Xiaomei and the two silver-robed youths on the side feel terrified.

They even think Yang Ming is a madman.

"Okay, okay, okay!" In full view of everyone, Lu Xuan stared at Yang Ming for ten seconds before spitting out three good words in a row.

Every time he uttered a good word, he took a step out from the starlight tunnel.

After three words, he was completely standing in front of Yang Ming.

"I've changed my mind now!"

"I won't give you to Senior Brother Yun!"

"Because I want to torture you slowly and let you know what life is worse than death!" Lu Xuan's eyebrows were completely raised into an inverted figure. While threatening Yang Ming, he suddenly took action.

"The big monument thrower!"

"Boom!" Lu Xuan's palm struck Yang Ming in the face like a millstone.

A pale yellow star power surged up and down in Lu Xuan's palm.
Chapter completed!