In the main hall, Wu Hao lay sprawled on the ground, playing dead. He had no desire to be slapped by Xiao Yun again. The pain was a minor matter; the crucial thing was how stifling and humiliating it felt, just like when his father used to beat him as a child.
After discussing it, Xiao Yun and the others decided to leave Heaven Beyond Heaven alone for now. In any case, they still could not return there.
A few hundred years from now, once both he and Zhao Wuji had attained the Great Emperor Dao, they might even become Heavenly Emperors. What would they have to fear then?
"Xiao Yun, now that we know about Heaven Beyond Heaven, shouldn't we slaughter this fellow?" Zhao Wuji looked coldly at Wu Hao, who was playing dead below the hall.
Wu Hao was startled and immediately opened his eyes, no longer daring to play dead. He hurriedly roared, "If you kill me, Heaven Beyond Heaven will never let you off!"
"That threat is truly lacking in bite." Zhao Wuji curled his lip, deeply disdainful of quasi-emperors like Wu Hao, who had grown up in the safe environment of Heaven Beyond Heaven.
The Human Race and Demon Race of Heaven Beyond Heaven were roughly equal in strength, and with experts above the Great Emperor realm overseeing both sides, they restrained one another. There was almost no danger.
Thus, the cultivators of Heaven Beyond Heaven had cultivated peacefully and safely, never experiencing many life-and-death battles.
Even when the two great factions of Heaven Beyond Heaven occasionally sent their disciples to spar, they always stopped at the right point.
It could be said that Wu Hao and the others had never encountered danger truly close to death.
"We can't kill him!"
Xiao Yun shook his