Everyone present twitched at the corners of their eyes, feeling deeply wounded by Wang Hao's shameless aura.
They had thought Wang Hao's attitude toward the God of Slaughter was one of admiration, the mutual respect between rivals.
And that before the God of Slaughter died, Wang Hao would give him the respect a powerhouse deserved.
But the result left everyone dumbfounded. Wang Hao was still that bastard, that bastard who would never rest until he had angered the God of Slaughter to death.
At the same time, everyone silently mourned for the God of Slaughter for three minutes.
Not only had his body been harmed, but even his rightful reputation had been mercilessly stripped away by Wang Hao. Even his soul had been cruelly trampled upon.
No one could withstand such a devastating triple blow!
Alliance Master Xiao Tian glanced at his dazed and foolish master, the Nine Profound Saint, and hurriedly warned himself that he absolutely must not provoke the Great Devil King Wang Hao in the future.
Otherwise, it would no longer be a matter of whether he died or not, but whether he would die with his eyes closed or suffer a fate worse than death.
Zhao Yiling, Little Fox, and Bing Lu lowered their heads as if searching for ants, wearing expressions that said they were not familiar with Wang Hao.
Wang Tianyi and Lin Shiqi's faces flushed red. They felt as if countless eyes were watching and pointing at them, discussing how the Great Devil King Wang Hao had descended upon the world.
Meanwhile, Wang Hao's companions were filled with excitement, cheering wildly for him.
Ling Xiao shouted excitedly, "Junior Brother said it perfectly! You are the only victor, and you possess the right to rewrite history!"
Qian Wanyang continued shouting, "Boss, I will definitely