As Xiu Fu's words fell, the void outside the Blood Sea Secret Realm sank into brief silence.
The blood-colored chains continued to turn slowly. The barrier of the Six Paths of Reincarnation creaked under the chains' crushing pressure. Hui Mei stood at the center of the wheel, covered in blood, yet his eyes shone with startling brilliance.
He stared at Xiu Fu for a moment, then grinned, revealing teeth stained red with blood.
"Your mercy for me?"
Hui Mei's voice was hoarse, so hoarse it was nearly inaudible, yet the mockery in it was as potent as a jar of aged wine.
He cocked his head and looked Xiu Fu up and down. His gaze did not seem to be assessing a peerless powerhouse at the peak of the Mythical Realm, but rather some street performer.
"Xiu Fu, have you stayed with the Asura Race so long that your brains have been soaked rotten in blood? How much is your mercy worth? I don't even put your entire Asura Race in my eyes, and you want to talk to me about mercy?"
He spat at his feet, and Netherworld energy exploded into a gray spark in the void.
"My big brother and I slaughtered our way from the Hengtian Realm to the Myriad Realms Ruins. How many of the Ten Azure Heaven Clans have I seen? Was Shen You of the Chaos God Clan impressive? My big brother nailed him to the city wall with one spear.
Was the Chaos Demon Race arrogant? When Demon Emperor Bai Wujiang saw my big brother, he did not even dare fart. What the hell are you, Xiu Fu? You want to take me in as your subordinate? Are you worthy?"
Hui Mei's voice grew louder and colder. The gray-black radiance of the Six