Blood Extreme's face turned black, and upon seeing Old Man Xiao, he gritted his teeth and said, "Xiaoyao brat, if you want to kill me, then kill me, how dare you humiliate me like this?"
"Let your disciple kill me, I, Blood Extreme, admit defeat!"
Subconsciously, he assumed that Su Lingxiu was Old Man Xiao's disciple, and that this Soul Concealing Jar must undoubtedly be a concoction of Old Man Xiao's.
As the leader of the Taicang Seven Heroes, with exceptional talent, and one of the most valued by Taicang, it was within reason for him to have such a method.
"You flatter me too much, what merits or abilities do I possess to have taught such an excellent disciple?"
Old Man Xiao shook his head.
Blood Extreme was stunned. Xu Yan and the others, they're not Old Man Xiao's disciples?
"Then whose disciples are they? Let their master come, kill me or carve me up as you please, we are both beings of the same level, there is no need for such humiliation!"