Yang Xiao remained silent, simply staring at Zhou Ziyu with quiet intensity.
His crimson eyes conveyed a sense that they could choose someone to devour at any time.
Zhou Ziyu's face which was originally smiling, now stiffened, and a cold huff filled with murderous intent arose directly from him.
"Boy, what's with that look? It seems you still don't respect this young master, huh? What, you have a death wish? If you're looking to die, this young master would be glad to oblige!"
As his words fell, Zhou Ziyu waved his hand again.
Witnessing this, his lackeys rubbed their hands together excitedly and surrounded Yang Xiao once more.
Imposing murderous aura pressed down towards Yang Xiao, and only then did the coldness on Zhou Ziyu's face dissipate.
"Boy, your life and death are now at the whim of this young master! 'A wise man submits to the times'. Only a dead duck would stiffen its bill. Can't you be sensible?"
