Liang Hong had just turned into a member of the Blood Race. Despite acquiring some special abilities, his face immediately swelled under the slaps of Lin Xia and Lan Fenghuang.
He couldn't help but grit his teeth and curse, "If you're going to kill me, then do it! Don't humiliate me!"
Lin Nan glared at him and scolded, "Stop pretending to be a man. You've harmed so many Huaxia women, you'll face death sooner or later. How capable you are, turning into a demon and coming back to harm your own people. If you're so tough, why don't you deal with the foreign devils?"
Liang Hong was left speechless by the scolding, but the woman next to him bared her fangs and shouted, "Don't get cocky, our Blood Race will extinguish your country sooner or later and enslave your people.
Even if you kill us, the Duke will avenge us eventually, leaving you with no place to be buried!"
She laughed shrilly, her eyes icy cold.
With a swoosh,
