"…Are you done?"
The words....casual, unbothered, still not taking him seriously—hit Ye Mo like a slap.
For a heartbeat, silence lingered around them.
Then—
Veins bulged across Ye Mo's monstrous neck.
His jaw clenched.
His crimson pupils dilated in anger and mania.
"…Done?"
He repeated, voice trembling.
"DONE?!"
His killing intent erupted like a volcano.
CLANG—CLANG—CLANG—CLANG!!!
Every chain on his body convulsed violently, thrashing like enraged serpents trying to tear free of his flesh.
Then—
They sank deeper.
SHRRRK!
Metal pierced deeper into Ye Mo's muscles, fusing further with his bones.
His aura spiked so abruptly the sky itself rumbled.
Nearby,
Ning Jianli and the other female disciples gasped as blood trickled from the corners of their lips—just from the pressure.
Old Han nearly collapsed after being hit by the outburst of that terrifying aura.
