Zhao Podi completely failed to see the disdain hidden in Chu Fengmian's eyes.
"Indeed, I am threatening you!"
Zhao Podi, filled with unshakable confidence, shouted loudly.
"Boy, your strength is indeed immense! But even if you are powerful, you are still not a Saint!"
"You might defeat me, but can you defeat the combined force of more than ten Saints from our Zhao family?"
"Now, if you release me obediently and admit your mistake, submit to me as my slave, that will be your only chance of survival; otherwise, you only have death as your path!"
The more Zhao Podi spoke, the more confident he became. In his opinion, as long as Chu Fengmian calmed down and reckoned the pros and cons, he would understand the strength of the Zhao family.
In this way, Chu Fengmian, struck by fear, would not dare to kill him, and might even submit to him under his coercion.
"Release me immediately!"
Before Zhao Podi could finish his sentence, a surge of blood suddenly enveloped him.
