Third Master Du's words plunged the gathering into an eerie, deathly silence.
Behind Yue Feng, the Asura Hall generals who had fought their way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood all wore strange expressions.
The Nether King, the Black King, the Night King, the Sea King...
The Four Great Kings exchanged a look only they understood.
Was this guy... an idiot?
Calling Seven Kills his brother in front of the Hall Master, and demanding an apology from the Hall Master?
He had no idea who was in charge!
Had he grown tired of living and decided to try some novel way to die?
"Damn it!"
The Seven Kills General's face instantly turned black as thunder.
He felt the amused gazes behind him, and rage surged from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head!
He had rampaged overseas and killed countless people. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?
What did this moron take him for?
Little Du?
Little Du, my fucking ass!
"What the fuck did you just say?"
The Seven Kills General spoke word by word, each one squeezed through clenched teeth.
Third Master Du remained completely oblivious to the approaching danger. He thought his "sincerity" had moved the other man.
He puffed out his chest, putting on the airs of an underworld boss.
"Lord Seven Kills, I said-have this underling of yours apologize to me, and we'll consider today's business settled!"
"We'll all be friends from now on. We're bound to run into each other."
"Friends?"
The Seven Kills General laughed in sheer fury.
The next second, he moved!
Thud!
With a dull impact, the Seven Kills General drove his foot hard into Third Master Du's stomach!
"Aah!"
Third Master Du doubled over like a shrimp, spraying stomach acid mixed