The entire underground plaza radiated a malevolent, bizarre, and cruel aura.
At least five hundred people had died tragically in this plaza.
Shu Feng's gaze swept across the area, landing on the corpses of dozens of beastman children. His expression instantly darkened, and a flash of killing intent crossed his eyes.
Shu Feng snapped Oko's jaw back into place and said coolly, "Oko, is there anything you wish to explain?"
Oko smirked, completely unfazed. "The people I killed here were all slaves I bought and paid for. A slave owner has the right to dispose of his own slaves. They are my property. How I choose to deal with my property is my freedom. What right do you have to condemn me? In any kingdom, isn't it perfectly normal for nobles to torture and kill slaves for amusement?"
