"It was you who saved him." Huang Huang called out.
This answer left Li Mu Yang speechless.
That was indeed the case. If Li Mu Yang had not saved Zhang An'an just now, he would probably have already been hacked to death by Huang Huang. As for why Zhang An'an was still alive, when all was said and done, the responsibility actually lay with Li Mu Yang himself.
"I was just asking. Did I say you had to answer?" Li Mu Yang said irritably. He hated men who talked too much.
"Let go of me." Zhang An'an struggled desperately. He clenched his fist and was just about to swing it down at Li Mu Yang's calf when Li Mu Yang suddenly exerted force. The strength in his body instantly drained away, and his fist went limp and collapsed. "Let go of me. You're in league with them. You all want to seize my Dragon-Illuminating Wall. You shameless, despicable scoundrel—let go of me!"
As Zhang An'an struggled, Li Mu Yang kept pressing down harder with the tip of his foot.
He stared coldly at Zhang An'an and said, "If I hadn't pulled you back, they would have hacked you to death long ago. Is this how you repay the person who saved your life?"
"Bullshit about saving my life. You're just like them—all of you are treacherous scoundrels coveting my treasure. You saved me only because you wanted to snatch my Dragon-Illuminating Wall from me. How are you any different from them? What difference is there between dying at their hands and dying at yours? Either way, I'm dead!"
"A fly's eyes see nothing but dung." Li Mu Yang was heartbroken. He felt that the whole world had misunderstood him in countless ways. "If I wanted your Dragon-Illuminating Wall, I could