The others, in that instant, all stood there dumbfounded, staring in shock at Han Xiao, who had been so arrogant just moments before.
They were all puzzled inside, wondering how this person's backbone could be so soft?
Where was the spirit of preferring death to dishonor? Had it all been eaten by dogs?
Chu Mo was also a bit speechless, but his heart was not something that could be softened by a single kneel. He looked calmly at Han Xiao, "Did you want to touch my sister?"
"No such thing, it was all a misunderstanding, a joke, a harmless... little joke!" Han Xiao flatly denied it.
"And you spoke rudely about my mother?" Chu Mo looked calmly at Han Xiao, his tone still flat. Yet even those gathered around him felt a chill rising up.
Chu Mo's voice was very calm—as calm as if he was just having a casual chat.
But his aura was truly oppressive.
Without releasing any strong energy field or creating a domain, just so calmly and plainly, yet everyone felt that pressure.
