Looking at Bai Xiaofan in front of him, with an arrogant demeanor that seemed devoid of any jest, Ding Qiu frowned slightly, confused about what Bai Xiaofan was scheming.
Turning back to glance at the group of people behind him, Ding Qiu chuckled disdainfully.
"Killer God, you're really full of yourself. Tell me, am I the naive one here, or are you? Do you think your current condition is any better than mine? Are you relying on Xiao Mei beside you to kill me? Take a good look at the people behind me—do you really think Xiao Mei has what it takes to deal with this lot?"
Ding Qiu's tone was arrogant, borderline conceited.
Indeed, as he had said, both Bai Xiaofan and he were gravely injured.
He believed that even if Bai Xiaofan's condition was slightly better than his, it wasn't by much.
As for Xiao Mei, perhaps if she were at her peak, she might stand a chance against the group behind him.
