Later, Zhao Guangli asked: "I have something that I don't understand, young master. I kindly ask you to clear it up."

"Say." Qi Yang said calmly.

Zhao Guangli pondered for a moment and asked cautiously: "Sun Chen really killed five twelfth-level geniuses?"

So far, there is no evidence that Sun Chen killed five twelfth-level people, which is why everyone doubts Sun Chen.ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ

But it was groundless. This incident came from Mo Xiu's mouth. It was definitely not Mo Xiu's nonsense after drinking fake wine. There must be some basis for it.

Upon hearing Zhao Guangli's question, Qi Yang's face darkened and he did not answer Zhao Guangli.

According to the information from the Sacrifice Cult, things are indeed as Mo Xiu said.

But he himself is also a twelfth-level person. If he admits that Sun Chen killed five twelfth-level people, it would be a disguised admission that he is not as good as Sun Chen. Therefore, he cannot answer, at least not in front of Zhao Guangli.

"Whether it's true or not, he must die!" Qi Yang responded coldly.

In response to this, Zhao Guangli suddenly had an answer in his heart.

"Do good things for me, and God will give you eternal life!"

Qi Yang slowly walked out of the door and said something with his back to Zhao Guangli.

Zhao Guangli quickly nodded and bowed, showing an expression of surprise, and said: "Thank you young master, thank God for this gift!"
Chapter completed!