C817 The Backhand

"Hehe, I like to make friends, but you and I are destined to not be friends, right?"

Zhao Lin smiled faintly. Unless Xiong Ying gave up on fighting for the path to become an Emperor, they would only be enemies.

"That's right. You and I are destined to be enemies. Now and in the future." Xiong Ying's face darkened. Zhao Lin's strength had already exceeded his expectations.

"Brother Xiong