"Say, why aren't you sleeping in the middle of the night? What are you doing in my room?" Huo Yuhao mocked them, his face full of amusement.
Zhu Tianyang's face seethed with anger. "You don't know why we're here? You're asking when you already know the answer? Are you deliberately trying to disgust us?"
"Since you're here to kill me, why haven't you made a move yet? Lost your nerve? Why do I feel like you want to run?"
Huo Yuhao's words reached everyone's minds with perfect clarity. Half their people were already dead, and their deaths had been so bizarre that the survivors were already terrified.
His words were more like the final straw that broke the camel's back, filling their hearts with overwhelming fear. Not a shred of fighting spirit remained.
An uncanny existence like Huo Yuhao simply could not be defeated. Only fleeing offered them a sliver of hope. They wanted to run.
But their masters had yet to make a move. If they ran now, they would be deserters. Even if Huo Yuhao didn't kill them, the Zhu Family would.
Death awaited them either way!
Thus, their hearts were filled with despair. Such was the tragedy of those at the bottom.
Ordinary people: ???
Since when were Soul Saints and Soul Douluos people at the bottom? The world had finally gone mad in precisely the way they wanted.
"Huo Yuhao, this is a grievance between you and Xiao Fen. If you want, we'll tie her up and bring her here immediately for you to deal with as you please. Can we pretend we never came here tonight? I can apologize to you on behalf of the entire Zhu Family."
At those words, a contemptuous smile appeared on Huo Yuhao's lips. He looked at the old geezer,