"So... is this your so-called 'hidden reason'?" Zhou Fan stood still, looking at Xiaobu with a mocking expression. "Do you have any idea how many good brothers from my Netherworld King's Hall died because of you, Ye Fei, and the others?"
A deep killing intent slowly surfaced in Zhou Fan's eyes. He beckoned to the two sisters by the door behind him. "However, I'm a man who honors old ties. I won't kill you with my own hands today. Cripple one of your arms. If you can survive against those two... then I'll let you go."
Zhou Fan's voice was cold, devoid of emotion, but anyone who heard it would feel an intense killing intent. It was the kind of aura that permeated your entire body, threatening to seep in through your pores and inspiring a subconscious, primal fear.
"And what if they don't agree?" Xiaobu knew this was his only chance. He looked up, staring at Zhou Fan, but pointed his hand toward Fan and He Yi.
