Zhao Fu arrived on the sixteenth floor.
Everyone was now seated cross-legged on the ground, their eyes all open as they watched Zhao Fu with solemn expressions. They had already sensed just how terrifying he was.
Zhao Fu had not paid these people any mind, but with a casual sweep of his gaze, he spotted someone he knew—and someone with whom he had a score to settle.
She was a tall woman in a red dress, with a somewhat fiery appearance. She was the very woman who had previously mistaken him for the twelfth-generation Immortal Bane, causing him to be hunted down by countless people.
The fiery woman frowned as Zhao Fu stared at her. She did not recognize this man at all.
Zhao Fu thought for a moment. He now only possessed fiendish devil power, so she should have no way of discovering his identity. With a faint smile, he walked toward her.
Seeing Zhao Fu approach, the woman in red frowned and asked, "What do you want?"
Zhao Fu smiled. "I want you to become my maid."
The woman in red immediately said coldly, "In your dreams!"
Zhao Fu gave a soft laugh. "Then you can't blame me. Who told you to offend me first?"
The woman in red looked baffled. She did not even know the man before her—when had she ever offended him? She said, "You've got the wrong person! We don't know each other."
Zhao Fu smiled. "I don't care about that. You only have one choice now: become my maid and obey my every command from now on."
The woman in red rose from the ground and said angrily, "Your strength may be great, but don't think I'm afraid of you. If you anger me, I'll still make you pay."
Zhao Fu smiled provocatively.