Tang Fengxiao said coldly, "Do you even know what this Poisonous Insect really is? Do you know what consequences will arise from crushing it?"
The Westerner's face turned pale, and he replied disdainfully, "It's just a Poisonous Insect. Should I even bother knowing its name?"
Just as he spoke, the energy within him faltered, and a jet of black blood shot from his wound, landing on a nearby tree, producing a sizzling sound.
Tang Fengxiao said with pity, "Truly, ignorance is bliss. I had initially wanted to save your life, but it seems now that you don't care for your own life, so why should I waste my effort?"
"Are you cursing me?" The Westerner's face darkened, and his blue eyes flashed with anger.
At this moment, Yuwen Xiangyu interjected, "Hey, what do you mean by that—saying he's digging his own grave? Does this Poisonous Insect have some kind of secret?"
Because of Yuwen Xiangyu's interruption, the Westerner could only glare angrily at Tang Fengxiao.
