Chương 1608: Pure Yang Island

"I don't like to talk with my head up."

"I don't like people speaking above me. Die for me."

Li Lingtian looked at the spaceship in the sky and a faint smile appeared on his lips. The smile grew wider and wider as he spoke loudly.  

He was already on the ground, but there was still someone who dared to stand high and mighty in front of him. Moreover, they were looking down at him. They were simply courting death.

Since the other party was not polite, there was no need for him to be polite.

In this world, the strong were respected. Only when you were strong would others respect you. If you were not strong, you would only be trampled on by others.

When he spoke, his voice was like a dragon's roar, shaking the entire space. The air was also shaken by this voice until it buzzed. The experts nearby on the island heard it clearly.