Zhou Ziyu, upon hearing this, immediately turned pale.
The words of Yang Xiao left him with no way to refute, nor could he refute, after all, it was an undeniable fact.
Even if he had the eloquent skill to spin black into white, it was useless at the moment.
This made him feel the threat of death once more, wasn't Yang Xiao asking if he was prepared for a coffin the most accurate signal?
What are coffins for, if not for the dead to lie in?
It seemed that Yang Xiao had developed a killing intent towards him and was not planning to let him off this time.
With this thought, a wave of panic and unease washed over him once again. Looking at Yang Xiao, he always felt like Yang Xiao would strike him down at any moment.
So much so that he could barely stand, his Adam's apple moving and his hands constantly changing positions, his legs visibly trembling.
With every moment that passed, the unease he felt grew stronger.
