Zhu Ying had originally planned to use the Lineage's power to deal with Su Mo, but he had nowhere to begin.
For one thing, the Lineage did not agree with him doing so. After all, in a place like the Red Dragon Camp, being defeated in a challenge was perfectly normal.
For another, Su Mo had the Eighth Prince backing him, making him difficult to deal with.
However, Zhu Ying had always remembered this grudge. In his view, Su Mo had deliberately slapped him across the face solely to make him lose face.
Now that he saw Su Mo again, the fury in Zhu Ying's heart surged up with a whoosh, and killing intent erupted from his body as well.
"Little Ying, what is going on?"
Among the two young men accompanying Zhu Ying, the one in purple robes with a cold expression saw that Zhu Ying was acting strangely and immediately asked in confusion.
The other young man, broad and sturdy in yellow robes, was also somewhat puzzled.
"Big Brother, Cousin Zhu Ming, he is Shangguan Hao!" Zhu Ying slightly gestured with his chin toward Su Mo's direction.
The two young men accompanying Zhu Ying were both members of the Zhu family. The purple-robed youth was Zhu Ying's elder brother, Zhu Tong, while the yellow-robed youth was Zhu Ming.
"Oh, so he is the one?" Upon hearing this, Zhu Tong and Zhu Ming both looked toward Su Mo and sized him up carefully.
However, neither paid him much attention. This Shangguan Hao before them was merely at the Martial Venerable Realm, Third Layer—hardly worth mentioning.
"Brother Zhu Tong, Brother Zhu Ming!"
"Haha, the three of you are late. Punish yourselves with three cups!"
"It has been a long time, Brother Zhu Tong. Your cultivation seems to have advanced greatly!"