"Tell your dead spirit to get the hell out here and speak to me!"
The old man showed none of the courtesy he had displayed toward Zhang Hong and the others when dealing with the dead slaves. The moment he opened his mouth, his words were enough to infuriate anyone to death.
Zhang Hong and the others stared in astonishment, their mouths hanging open.
Before this, none of them had expected this man to be so overbearing, demanding the dead spirit come out and speak the instant he opened his mouth.
During their escape these past days, they had learned about the dead spirit as well.
They knew even more clearly.
That dead spirit was a terrifying existence that had forced every race, including the Ghost Corpse Race, to join forces against it.
Just who was this man?
How could he be this tyrannical?
His act of ignoring Zhang Hong's words earlier had been directly defined by him as courtesy.
Little did they know.
In the old man's own view, ignoring Zhang Hong's words could no longer be called courtesy. It should be considered a gesture of goodwill.
After all, the Starry Sky Human Race truly regarded the humans of small worlds as ants.
Even if they were being courteous, it would at least be normal to bark, "Scram!"
Because of Qin Shaofeng, he had already accepted them to some degree.
He was also a peak Heaven and Earth Envoy expert.
Although he was not considered upper management in White Cloud Mountain, he held the position of deacon, and the talented disciples he had personally nurtured were countless.
If one's talent was lacking, he could not even be bothered to pay attention to them, much less Zhang Hong and the others.
His polarized treatment gave the dead slaves no chance