'These people should be enough to compensate for Wu Yu's losses.'
"But…"
But just as Meng You was about to speak, prepared to haggle with Wu Yu before agreeing to his terms, a derisive snort suddenly rang out, shattering the stalemate.
The one who had scoffed was, of course, Zhong Ming. He maneuvered his Divine Monarch Dharma Aspect forward, his face twisting into a mask of savage arrogance. His gaze toward Wu Yu and Meng You was filled with contempt and disdain. "Going on and on with this nonsense… you two mongrels. Aren't you taking us a little too lightly?"
"Huh?!"
Completely blindsided, both Wu Yu and Meng You froze. They were stunned by Zhong Ming's brazen curse—calling them "mongrels"—and his look of utter contempt.
It took a long moment for Wu Yu to finally react.
"Are you talking to me?"
Meeting his incredulous, icy stare, Zhong Ming nodded without the slightest concern.
