The grand hall was eerily quiet, everyone holding their breath in disbelief. The contempt in Mo Jian's voice cut deep into their very being.
What are you?
Dong Ming stood frozen, his jaw wide agape. His body trembled subconsciously. The contempt, the disgust in Mo Jian's voice made him seem like he was nothing but mere dirt.
His pride shattered, he even questioned his sense of being.
Suddenly, the Dong clan master's voice cut through the ominous stillness. "What do you mean?" His voice was loud, laced with burning fury.
He got on his feet and glared at Mo Jian. Today was his birthday, a joyous event, but who would have expected this bastard to turn it into something worse?
How dare he question what they are?
Is he calling them nothing?
Just thinking of it, his anger surged. He clenched his fist, glaring daggers at Mo Jian. "I don't know where your pride and arrogance come from. But don't you ever dare question what we are!"
Questioning their existence.
How dare?!
