"Teacher, I..."
Huo Yuhao gazed at his teacher, Electrolux, who had once vanished like smoke, his heart awash with conflicting emotions. Beside him, Tang San also recalled the old man's identity, and his expression changed instantly.
"Huo Yuhao, we still have things to do. Stop dragging your feet!"
Elder Yi glanced coolly at the flustered Tang San and snorted before telling Huo Yuhao, "Yuhao, do you know who caused my death? None other than this fine father-in-law of yours!"
"Teacher... Father..." Huo Yuhao fell into confusion, but through his daze, he remembered Tang Wutong, who was still waiting for him in the Ancient God Ruins, and their unborn child.
"I'm sorry. I withdraw from this slaughter in hell," Huo Yuhao said quietly.
Between his teacher and his wife and child, he could only choose to help neither side. After all, the Tang San here was merely an avatar. As long as Tang San's true body survived, he had nothing to worry about.
Once Huo Yuhao voiced his withdrawal, his body suddenly melted into a stream of blood-red light and flowed into the floor of the Hell Slaughter Arena.
Just as I thought. This place is only an illusion.
Huo Yuhao thought calmly. He looked toward Tang San beside him with a smile that was not quite a smile, a malicious grin curling his lips.
Damn it, how could this happen? Tang San gritted his teeth, then suddenly shouted at the King of Slaughter.
"Ancestor Xuan, why are you treating me like this?"
Tang San had met the King of Slaughter before. The King of Slaughter was his ancestor, Tang Chen, a member of his Clear Sky Sect.
Then naturally, the King of Slaughter in this illusion should also have been Tang Chen.
Yet at that moment, blood-red light suddenly flashed