Chao Hun's words took both Chen Rongjing and Kong Mo somewhat by surprise.
"Oh?" Chen Rongjing raised an eyebrow. "Chao Hun, you really have the nerve to say that. So you don't care whether these sons of yours live or die?"
"Why should I?" Chao Hun grinned. "Everyone has something they pursue in life. What I pursue is my own strength. Everything else is an external possession. So what if they're my own sons? If they die, they die."
"Cold enough, heartless enough." Kong Mo clapped his hands and laughed. "When it comes to vicious hearts, you Demonic Path practitioners really do surpass us of the Evil Dao. This must be what it means to disown even your closest kin."
"The same goes for you," Chao Hun said.
"There's something puzzling me, Chao Hun. I wonder if you could clear it up?" Chen Rongjing said.
"What is it?" Chao Hun asked.
"You seem to have nothing to fear, or are you simply so confident that you aren't afraid of us?" Chen Rongjing said. "This is our Heavenly Evil Sect's territory. As a man of the Demonic Path, did you come here looking for death?"
By the end, Chen Rongjing's voice had turned somewhat cold and sinister.
Kong Mo also stared intently at Chao Hun, murderous intent flickering across his face.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Why should I be afraid? Afraid of you? It looks like the two of you are ready to attack." Chao Hun spoke calmly, seemingly not the least bit threatened by them.
"What nerve. You Demonic Path practitioners really are utterly insane, unable to see your own strength or the situation clearly. Whatever your reason for coming here, death is your only way out," Kong Mo said.
"You think I'm easy to bully, don't you? Kill a chicken