Overlord Saber Li Mo had encountered the most difficult opponent of his life.
Zhao Ritian.
Overlord Saber Li Mo was someone who liked using his brain. Though he did not have much of one, he loved using it.
He was good at analyzing. Though that was only what he believed, he liked analyzing.
He felt that Peng Shilong's martial arts were quite good and posed a huge threat; Zhao Ritian's martial arts seemed even fiercer, and he was even less capable of defeating him.
But the one he felt could truly take his life was Zhao Ritian himself.
Not his martial arts, but his... person.
Because even if you were very strong, if there was no meaning or value in fighting to the death, then at worst, he could retreat, back down, admit defeat.
He could find himself an excuse and slip away.
But Zhao Ritian would absolutely never give him that chance.
An excuse? Not a chance!
Zhao Ritian had never given anyone an out since the day he was born!
Zhao Ritian was burning with rage. "With the way you are, do the two of us even need to gang up on you? Shit-Spraying Dragon, stand farther away, or he'll accuse us of bullying him with numbers!"
Long Aotian could not even be bothered to respond to Zhao Ritian.
He calmly walked over to Lu Chengwen, sat down beside him, picked up a teacup, and poured himself some tea.
Huo Wenxi walked up to Overlord Saber Li Mo. "Hey, can you actually do this or not?"
Li Mo said, "Young Master, I have no problem. But he isn't weak either. If I want to defeat him, I'll have to use my signature techniques. But my signature techniques are too destructive, too domineering, too vicious. I'm afraid that if