"N-no one sent us! Really! We didn't teach Li Hua to say those things!" a young man in his twenties said to Li Ye. His blond hair was completely burned off and his face was blackened, giving him a wretched and aggrieved look.
"Is that your answer, too?" Li Ye asked impassively, looking at the others.
The men glanced at one another, then nodded in unison.
Li Ye sneered. "Heh... facing death and still acting tough... Not bad! I just love people with principles like you. But... your 'principles' are an insult to my intelligence! So... you can all just die!"
As he spoke, Li Ye raised a hand. A bone-chilling killing intent radiated from his body, and the temperature of the air plummeted in an instant.
Though Li Ye still wore a smile, inwardly, a storm of fury was already raging.
He was about to explode from fury!
