Chapter 1187: Spike
"Song Yuan, is it you!?"
An elder from the Tiandan Sect yelled, and many of the Tiandan Sect disciples either had sharp eyes, gritted their teeth, or looked at him with complicated emotions.
This big demon who caused countless turmoil in the arena and covered with blood on his hands was once their same door!
The onlookers craned their necks to look at the servant, wondering if he was Song Yuan!
After a long silence, he glanced at Shangguan Lingxian Empress again, the servant said with his hoarse low voice: "You, just now, what did you say?"
"I don't think I need to repeat."
"Sure enough?!"
"As you think."
The old Poxu Dao was inexplicably irritated when he heard it, and he said in a deep voice: "What kind of riddles are you playing? Forget it, no matter what, hey, you servant, listen, are you Song Yuan? Answer the old man immediately!"
"Haha." The servant showed a very disdainful expression, "It's a idiot, you deserve to come and ask me?"