บท 827: Mob

"I am going to say this again. The Time-Space Bracelet is mine, and all of you should… p*ss off!"

Xiao Luo raised his head and stared chillingly at the Martial Emperors, for his blood was boiling. Had he not known of the Time-Space Bracelet's existence, he would not have felt such a strong inclination to challenge this group of Martial Emperors. But now, it became his obsession, for he intended to use it to reach the Light Clan's sacred land. He had no time to waste, and it was reflected in his tone of voice.

"What an arrogant brat! I'm not sure what has gotten into you, but do you have what it takes to do so to challenge so many of us for the Time-Space Bracelet?" a Martial Emperor-level powerhouse sneered as he glared icily at Xiao Luo.