Ming Han's face darkened. Was this trash Shangguan Hao toying with him?
Shangguan Hao could save him?
Wasn't that utter nonsense? The weakest late-stage Martial Saint actually dared to spout such wild boasts!
Ming Han did not believe it at all, and his heart brimmed with towering fury toward Su Mo.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
At that moment, Qu Ya, Luo Rong, and Jian Zhong all flashed away in unspoken accord, putting distance between themselves and Su Mo.
They had no desire to be caught up in Su Mo's disaster.
The three of them were utterly speechless. This Shangguan Hao was practically brain-dead, yet he still shamelessly claimed that he could save Ming Han.
He really is courting death! Qu Ya sneered inwardly. If he provoked Li Hong and Xi Yuan, Shangguan Hao would undoubtedly die.
"Kid, you're merely at the late-stage Martial Saint realm, yet you dare to speak such madness?"
Xi Yuan gazed at Su Mo from afar, a mocking smile on his face. How interesting. A late-stage Martial Saint actually claimed that he could rescue Ming Han from his and Li Hong's hands. It was simply a fantasy.
"Ming Han, whether you live or die rests on a single thought of yours!"
Ignoring Xi Yuan, Su Mo slowly opened his eyes and looked calmly at Ming Han. This man thought highly of himself and looked down on everyone else. Originally, Su Mo could not be bothered to save him.
However, he was now a disciple of Shangqing Divine Palace. If Ming Han died while they were carrying out a mission together, it would be difficult to explain after returning.
Therefore, Su Mo gave him an opportunity. Ming Han had been disrespectful to him before; as long as he was willing to apologize, Su Mo could save his life.