"Death?" Upon hearing Ye Feng's arrogant words, Pope Karloff found them utterly laughable.
"Just you?" Karloff sneered, as if he had heard the most ridiculous joke of the century.
Although Ye Feng's performance earlier indeed took him by surprise, even he hadn't seen clearly how Ye Feng had made his move. But in Karloff's eyes, Ye Feng was still just a junior, one whose days of cultivation were far behind his own.
He didn't believe Ye Feng had the power to defeat him, let alone kill him.
Ye Feng said calmly, "Yes, just me. My patience is limited. Kneel, admit your mistakes, and don't make me say it a third time..." Ye Feng's tone was incredibly relaxed, as if he were talking about something very ordinary.
Karloff immediately furrowed his brows, then looked towards the Old War God: "Duan Lingfeng, what's going on? Weren't you going to let me leave? What's with this kid, why is he blocking me?"
