Not a sound could be heard.
Jiang Qiao's repeated humiliations had driven Liu Jiahao to the brink of fury.
He laughed in anger:
"Very good."
"You've got guts."
"You're the first person who's dared prance around like this in front of me. I'll remember you. Even if I skin you alive today, I'll probably remember there was someone like you for the rest of my life."
"From that perspective."
"You're very successful."
"More successful than the vast majority of people in this world."
His killing intent surged sky-high.
From childhood to adulthood, Liu Jiahao had never wanted to kill someone as desperately as he did now.
Jiang Qiao was the only one!
"Who the hell do you think you are?"
Jiang Qiao shot him a sidelong glance. "Does it matter whether you remember me or not?"
"Will you die if you don't put on airs?"
"If you will."
"Then you'd better go die."
"Roar—!"
Liu Jiahao could no longer endure it. He suddenly raised a hand as though grasping something, then viciously smashed it downward at Jiang Qiao from afar!
Boom!
The stone statue behind him raised its leg bone in unison.
And slammed it onto the stone drum!
Boom!
Boom!
The dull, sinister, bizarre drumbeats seemed to surge directly from the depths of their hearts, instantly bursting through their eardrums.
With every drumbeat.
A visible ring of gray ripples spread outward from the stone drum.
The ripples overlapped layer upon layer.
Rapidly resonating with the surrounding environment.
Under that resonance.
Jiang Qiao immediately felt as though he had been subjected to some kind of spatial folding... as if he were a figure in a painting, and that painting had now been crumpled into a ball. Naturally, his body would deform along with it!
"Heh!"
"Not a bad move."
Jiang