Tang Hao stood in the air with his hands behind his back.
In front of him, there were many figures standing still. There were also many auras hidden in the void, faintly discernible.
A rough count revealed that there were about a hundred people.
There were many heaven Immortals, but the one with the strongest aura was the demon-faced man in the front. He was probably at the late-stage heaven immortal realm, close to the peak.
Tang Hao's cold eyes swept over them fearlessly.
"You're the leader of the red dust World?"
He looked at the demon-faced man and said coldly.
"That's right!"
The demon-faced man didn't deny it and simply nodded.
"I want to ask, who entrusted you to kill me?" Tang Hao said.
"No comment!"
The demon-faced man snorted.
He was a little unhappy. In the face of so many assassins from red dust, this guy was not afraid at all. Instead, he was questioning him.
