As Han Yu's words fell, Duopo's little heart almost jumped out of his throat.
Is that speech even human?
A mix of frustration and fear painted his face deathly pale.
Of course, he feared death; otherwise, he wouldn't have lured the people to the peddler's island, nor would he have slipped away on his own when the peddler and doctor were besieged.
Yet now, an overwhelming sense of frustration flooded him. Despite being second to last in a group of ten, he was nonetheless a formidable presence in the Divine Platform Realm on his own!
In his long years of cultivation, no matter how grim, he had never been treated like this!
Han Yu was not joking either. Since Duopo fell into his hands, letting him go? Dream on!
Though Han Yu wouldn't always keep a vigilant eye on his opponent like the Celestial Dao Sect did, he wouldn't mind taking down a weakling he happened to encounter.
Seeing Han Yu wasn't joking, Duopo turned pale with fright, "Why don't you ask me something?"
