The air reeked of rust and blood. Dark red blood had soaked the floor.
Huo Yuhao sat quietly amid the carnage, flecks of blood staining the hem of his white robes. He showed no sign of agitation. He had sensed the aged presence outside the door, its aura completely suppressed and hidden there for a full thirty minutes.
He raised his eyes to the tightly shut soul tool door. His low voice carried through the oppressive silence.
"Senior, since you're here, why not come in and take a look?"
The stone door creaked open under an outside force, followed by slow, heavy footsteps.
Kong Deming walked into the blood-soaked hall. He wore a dark gold embroidered robe, and his hair and beard were white. Age had carved deep lines into his face. As a Super Douluo who stood at the pinnacle of Douluo Continent, he showed not a ripple of emotion at the gruesome sight before him.
He swept his gaze across the wreckage and spoke evenly, a trace of resignation in his voice.
"Are you done making a scene?"
Huo Yuhao straightened his back and gave no ground.
"No."
Kong Deming frowned slightly and fixed his gaze on Huo Yuhao. "Then how far do you intend to take this?"
Their eyes met. Huo Yuhao did not flinch. Even facing a Super Douluo whose strength he could not fathom, he showed no fear.
"Hand over the mastermind."
"The person behind this belongs to the imperial family," Kong Deming said without trying to hide it.
Huo Yuhao's heart sank. He had suspected as much, but hearing Kong Deming confirm it still weighed heavily on him.
"I won't stop here." Huo Yuhao stood his ground, his words ringing firm and clear. "Not unless you kill me, Senior."
It was a tremendous gamble.