Yue Xiaofei's voice was cold enough to cut to the bone.
Not a ripple stirred in his deep eyes. To him, the words "Eight Great Clans" might as well have meant any stray cat or dog on the street.
Sun Xiaochuan's chin was still caught in his grip. When he met those eyes, his heart inexplicably skipped a beat.
Something's wrong!
This kid's reaction is all wrong!
Shouldn't anyone who hears "Eight Great Clans" be scared shitless and drop to their knees begging for mercy?
Why isn't he reacting at all?
Does he not know what those words mean?
Impossible!
Even a ruthless man like Xu Wenqiang was scared out of his wits. There's no way this kid doesn't know!
There's only one explanation—
He's pretending!
He's putting on a brave face!
Yes! That has to be it!
He must be terrified, but he's acting calm to preserve that ridiculous pride of his!
At that thought, Sun Xiaochuan found a little more courage. He was certain Yue Xiaofei would not really do anything to him!
After all, killing him would mean making an outright enemy of the "lord" behind him—a member of the Eight Great Clans!
Neither Yue Xiaofei nor even Xiao Tian Ce, the War God of the Eastern Frontier, or Zhao Mengsheng, God of War Shanhe, could bear the consequences!
"Heh, heh..."
A smug, cold laugh scraped out of Sun Xiaochuan's throat. His words came out slurred as he taunted, "Want to know? I'm not telling you!"
"Go on, kill me if you've got the guts!"
"I'm telling you, if I die here today, your entire family will be buried with me tomorrow. Believe it!"
"Even if I die, they'll still trace it back to you. They'll grind you and that father of yours in prison to dust!"