All eyes focused on AnRan as he spoke. His words drove them to such frustration that they nearly choked on their own rage.
What a piece of work, seriously. At such a time, he still dares to pull thunder like this?
Is he even human?
Doesn't he want to escape?
Everyone felt such blistering hatred for AnRan that they wanted to tear him apart.
It was such a pity, they had the chance to stop him before but hesitated. Now, their spirit energy was frozen within their bodies, rendering them useless. In front of AnRan, they felt as vulnerable as baby chicks.
Trying to overpower him in their current state would only be suicidal.
As AnRan looked into their eyes filled with resentment and fury, his heart filled a triumphant delight.
"Enough with the stink eyes. Will you hand over ten million top-grade spirit stones now or would you rather watch me slug you?"
"If I have to do it myself, know it won't be that simple."
AnRan said without a shred of conscience.
