Duan Lingtian sneered, "I have nothing to regret!"

"Originally, there are some things that I couldn't say even if you have a 'green spiritual root'... because I'm afraid of the Zoroastrian Cult!"

Faced with Duan Lingtian's sneer, Yang Chong became angry no matter how much he could bear it, "However, you, Duan Lingtian, are just a mediocre man with a 'yellow spiritual root'... There are some words that even if I say it clearly, the Zoroastrian Cult will not because of it.

You deal with me, Yang Chong!"

"Yes! As long as you Duan Lingtian cowers in the Zoroastrian Cult, I, Yang Chong, will not be able to touch you... But, can you ensure that your relatives and friends have a 'backstage' that makes me, Yang Chong, afraid?"

After talking about it, Yang Chong smiled coldly and conspiratorially.

With words, he directly threatened Duan Lingtian!

If I can’t kill you, I’ll kill your relatives and friends!

"I believe that with the intelligence capabilities of our Northern Qi Sect, as well as my personal strength and means, it will not be difficult to investigate your 'industry'."

Yang Chong said calmly: "It's a pity that you didn't commit suicide within the time I specified and gave up the opportunity to save your relatives and friends... I really feel sad for them, having a friend and relative like you!"

"Duan Lingtian, even if you stay in the Zoroastrian Cult all your life, I will make you feel the pain of losing all your relatives and friends!"
Chapter completed!