Su Chen glanced at him indifferently, "Did I promise you anything?"
Su Chen's nonchalant words struck Harlow Nopheler like a bolt of lightning, "You said if I exert 'Death Energy' on you again you would..."
"I only said I would consider it, never promised to fulfill it," Su Chen said coldly.
"You!" Harlow Nopheler was nearly spitting blood, as the head of the Nopheler Family, when had he ever been toyed with like this?
How many people have treated him with such unflinching disdain, even mocking and humiliating him?
"Pfft!" Another mouthful of fresh blood spewed from Harlow Nopheler's mouth.
This was probably the most he had bled in nearly five hundred years!
"However, if you truly desire my blood, it's not impossible," Su Chen's eyes narrowed slightly.
"What are you thinking?" Although Harlow Nopheler was weak, he wasn't about to miss any opportunity.
