The remaining four red-clad men were like frightened birds. Their bodies trembled as they curled up in a fetal position on the grounds. Their eyes were brimming with reverence and fear. After a moment, they struggled to their knees before they began to kowtow like devout believers.
Lu Zhou asked expressionlessly, "You're my believers?"
"Honorable Lord, we're truly your most loyal believers! Please show mercy. Please spare our lives!"
Lu Zhou shook his head and said, "Since you believe in the Unholy One, you should be familiar with the way the Unholy One did things."
The four men looked at each other as their faces turned ashen. How could they not know about how the Unholy One did things? Based on how they had ridiculed and trampled on the Unholy One's dignity earlier, their deaths should be even more terrible than Luo Xiu. With this in mind, they fell back on the ground in despair.
