"Death Spider Emperor!"
The Blonde Woman blurted out instinctively.
In an instant, Ye Hao completed the Death Spider Emperor Possession. He was furious and gave the Red-Haired Man no chance to react.
Ye Hao swiftly flashed behind the man, sweeping his legs out from under him and sending him flying, then kicked him into the ground. The solid floor shattered into pieces in an instant.
"Did I provoke you?"
Ye Hao's face darkened as he suddenly exerted force beneath his foot, making the man howl in pain.
It was not that the man was weaker than Ye Hao. Rather, Ye Hao's imposing presence and his Death Spider Emperor Martial Soul were the weapons that truly suppressed him.
"I... I..."
The man stammered. Looking at Ye Hao's gloomy expression, the image of the Pope inexplicably surfaced in his mind and refused to fade.
This was Spirit Hall, and Ye Hao was a newcomer. Naturally, he did not want to make a big fuss over this, so he kicked the man away.
"Get lost."
"Simps, simps—simp until the end, and you'll have nothing left."
Ye Hao withdrew the Death Spider Emperor Possession, glanced indifferently at the Red-Haired Man, then found an empty seat and sat down, calling for the waiter to bring him another bowl.
For some reason, the waiter stood rooted to the spot, completely motionless and looking utterly shocked.
At that moment, the Blonde Woman standing nearby stepped forward and gave the waiter a look. The waiter immediately understood and finally went off to prepare it.
"Go back. Stop embarrassing me."
The woman shot the Red-Haired Man a fierce glare. Though he was angry, he did not dare speak up. He left dejectedly, but before leaving, he cast Ye Hao a lingering, fearful glance, snorted unwillingly, and departed.
"Everyone, disperse."