"I'll take on ten of you at once!"
"Ten at once!"
"Ten..."
The echoes lingered, ringing endlessly in their ears.
Following Yang Ming's instructions, Illidan Stormrage had issued an arrogant declaration that reverberated above the Demon Palace, refusing to fade.
The Abyssal Emperors present all fell silent. Their silence only fanned Illidan Stormrage's arrogance, his untamed gaze sweeping provocatively over every Abyssal Emperor except the Abyssal Sage King.
Watching this unfold, the Abyssal Sage King seated high upon his throne made no attempt to stop him. Instead, he sat up with interest and closely followed the proceedings.
The four Abyssal Emperors who had encountered Illidan Stormrage before—the Ant Emperor, Devouring Lizard Emperor, Mammoth Emperor, and Scythe Emperor—exchanged glances. Their lips remained motionless as they secretly transmitted their thoughts into one another's minds.
"This demon is so arrogant. Can you stomach that?"
"Of course not!"
"If you can't stomach it, why don't you go teach him a lesson?"
"Then why don't you go?"
"Me? Hmph! Naturally, I'll stay here and cheer you on!"
"..."
"..."
"..."
The Ant Emperor, Devouring Lizard Emperor, and Mammoth Emperor all looked at the Scythe Emperor with contempt. Rather than feeling ashamed, he raised his chin high, as though their disdain were a badge of honor.
Aside from their love of slaughter, extreme selfishness was another defining trait of abyssal creatures.
Having witnessed Illidan Stormrage stand his ground against the Spirit Emperor, none of the Abyssal Emperors wanted to play the fool now. Each hoped someone else would act while they watched the show from the sidelines.
Almost every Abyssal Emperor shared that thought, naturally producing a strange, unspoken pact of silence.
Seeing this, how could the Abyssal Sage King fail to understand what these filthy-minded creatures were thinking?
"Everyone."
The moment the Abyssal Sage King