Young Master Lui looked at Xu Zimei as if he were looking at the world's most evil demon.
He was terrified but couldn't escape.
He wrestled in a Sea of Blood, slumbered among piles of corpses, finally unable to bear it, his mind collapsed to the extreme.
He went insane.
Young Master Lui, disheveled and shouting, looked completely genuine.
Xu Zimei had killed many people, but this was the first time he scared someone into madness without lifting a finger.
Young Master Lui's mental resilience was just too weak.
"Who dares touch my son," a light roar was heard at that moment.
The voice was powerful, piercing the clouds like a sharp blade, echoing throughout Death Ancient City.
Many were startled.
"Is that God Lui's voice?"
"What's happened to God Lui's son? Surely no one is trying to kill Young Master Lui!"
"Who would dare, Young Master Lui's actions warrant death ten times over, but having a good father changes things."
The crowd murmured.
