"Hoo~"
Du Yu's palm pushed out another Wind-Fire Pillar, sending the Saint Minister soaring into the sky.
"Du Yu! Die! I command you, die... immediately! Crush your throat! Du Yu!!!" The Saint Minister clutched his head with both hands, his face contorted with rage, horrifyingly distorted.
His eyes were fixed on Du Yu, wishing he could cut the little human into a thousand pieces.
Du Yu couldn't understand what the opponent was saying, nor did he need to understand.
This tone, this expression...
Could it be good words?
"You know, in our human society, there is such an ideology." Du Yu raised his hand, aiming at the falling Saint Minister.
The Wind-Fire Pillar rose again.
Without flight capability, the Saint Minister was no different from a lamb waiting to be slaughtered in Du Yu's hands.
Du Yu looked at the blown-away Saint Minister and grinned: "Arrogance will cost you your life."
