Near the Dark Ruins, the youths from the Different Domain were furious, with some having demonic marks emerging on their foreheads, their eyes cold as they stared at Shi Hao.
Feed it to the pigs? That's half a drop of true blood from He Wushuang, the young man on the battlefield really dares to speak, momentarily after, a murderous aura erupted in this place.
On the battlefield, that young man was undoubtedly humiliating the Different Domain. Figures like He Wushuang were beyond reach even for their ancestors, demanding reverence—who would dare desecrate?
Many looked toward He Ziming, waiting for him to strike.
"You're forcing me to make a move." He Ziming's voice was calm, putting away his gentle smile, at this moment he was emotionless, like an ancient well without ripples.
"Who do you think you are? Do you consider yourself a Supreme of the age? I would thank you if you were willing to give me your ancestor's true blood to feed my pigs," Shi Hao said.
