Zhao Hai looked at the two disciples of the dark ghost sect. He really didn't know what to say. If he were to call them stupid, they would realize that this was a trap so quickly. If he were to call them smart, they would still be able to say such words at a time like this. If Zhao Hai dared to appear at a time like this, it was obvious that he was confident that he could deal with them. How could they still be so confident at a time like this? He really didn't understand where their confidence came from.
When the two dark ghost sect disciples saw that Zhao Hai was not speaking, one of them sneered, " "Brat, I don't care what you want to do. If I were you, I would kill myself right now. Otherwise, don't blame us for not being polite. If we attack you, you will be in deep trouble. Don't blame us for extracting your soul and refining it."
