Ye Xuan squinted his eyes, the flames of battle burning in his gaze.
The assassins from the Holy Mansion, seeing Ye Xuan's unyielding demeanor, all mocked him disdainfully.
"Black Emperor, give up, you have no way out!"
"Surrender, and perhaps you can avoid unnecessary pain!"
"We only wish to kill you, not torture you. You're a hero of your time, don't make things harder for yourself when death is imminent!"
"Heh heh, the whole world wants to kill the Black Emperor, but we're the ones who will succeed. After this, the power of our Holy Mansion will reach unprecedented heights!"
"With the Black Emperor dead, that damned Purgatory won't last much longer either!"
"…"
Countless voices rose and fell, mocking, disdainful, intimidating, endlessly.
But as Ye Xuan listened to these voices, the mocking arc at the corner of his mouth only grew more intense.
