"What did you say!" Xaqiro lost his composure and shouted in anger.
Xagebo was flabbergasted. The Blood Son's words were sharp. He managed to anger Xaqiro with a few sentences. If the people who lost to him in the past knew about this, they would be flabbergasted.
Xaqiro made a name for himself after defeating many talents in the past. Hence, many people hated him to the core.
Unfortunately, they couldn't do anything to him.
In comparison, the Blood Son was still the most impressive.
So what if he was a talent from a thousand years ago? He could still retort.
"Can't you hear me? I'll say it again reluctantly." A mocking smile appeared at the edge of the clone's lips. "You're just… a piece of trash!"
"You're looking for death!"
Xaqiro's gaze turned sharp. A blood-red sickle appeared in his hand and he charged towards the Blood God Clone.
Boom!
The sickle blades exploded and covered the entire sky in an instant. They were dense and frightening.
Swoosh!
