Wang Wu felt as though he was being suffocated by the overwhelming aura that Chu Mo was radiating. His face turned purple, and he was on the verge of losing consciousness.
Only then did Chu Mo retract his aura and sternly look at him: "Speak!"
"Speak... speak about what?" Wang Wu asked fearfully as he stared at Chu Mo.
"Repeat what you just said. Speak as much as you know. Don't worry, I won't kill you if you speak," Chu Mo stated.
At that point, a disciple from the Blood Demon Sect was spitting blood while gravely telling Wang Wu, "You...you've stirred up big trouble. You're finished...the old ancestor won't let you off... nobody will... let you off..."
Splatter!
The disciple from the Blood Demon Sect had a bloody hole instantly pierced in his skull and died on the spot.
Chu Mo coldly said, "Shut up!" Then looked at Wang Wu, "If you don't speak, you die now!"
