Ding Ling sighed softly.
How many times had he explained already?
If it weren't for the fact that these two were considered righteous people, he would have ended them with a slap.
He wanted to leave directly but suddenly thought of the few people he had seen on the long street before, barely hanging on to life.
So he moved his form.
He executed the Free-Will Ascension Step and disappeared in an instant.
His Lightweight Body Technique had reached the pinnacle of perfection.
In the blink of an eye, he vanished like a wisp of smoke before the two of them.
The God of Capture and the man in black couldn't see how exactly Ding Ling disappeared. They only saw a flash of illusion in the void, and then, Ding Ling's trace was completely gone.
"Ghost Tiger. Did you see where he went?"
The God of Capture looked shocked.
He had long heard of Ding Ling's legend and strength.
Today he saw it.
Only then did he understand the saying that his reputation was well-deserved.
"No."
