The Battle Emperor looked at Yun Hao, standing with arms behind him, a faint cold smile on his face.
No matter how powerful Yun Hao is, he must die today!
"Asura, don't blame this old man for not giving you a chance. If you choose to commit suicide now, I'll let those behind you leave here alive and never bother them again!
But if you choose to resist stubbornly, don't blame this old man for keeping all of you here!"
Although the Battle Emperor stood lower than Yun Hao, he exuded a condescending attitude, looking down on Yun Hao in mid-air.
As if he was already the victor!
Leaders of various international organizations watching from behind the screen nodded in agreement.
In their view, the Battle Emperor was already giving Yun Hao a lot of face!
Seventeen thousand people against a few hundred!
This is a steamrolling massacre!
Having Yun Hao trade his life for a few hundred others—is there a better deal in the world?
No, absolutely not!
