Su Mu's tone is calm, but in speaking, he exudes extreme dominance, as if the two people before him are merely meat on a chopping board in his eyes.
"One Black Mountain Army Protector and one person from Changping Dao, seems like a double blessing."
Su Mu muses silently, he had not yet gone to them, but instead, these two had sought him out first. He had promised the Yan Family girl to take revenge, so today, he might as well use these two as an appetizer.
The only thing that puzzled Su Mu slightly was that Yuan Wuming, one of the Four Protectors of the Black Mountain Army, had died by his hand. He had also seen Xie Li and Wei Ming—could this person before him be the leader of the Four Protectors, the Purple Robe Snake King?
Judging from the aura, he is indeed stronger than Yuan Wuming.
"So you are the Purple Robe Snake King?"
