"Fuck you."
Wang Hao cursed outright, a raging inferno burning within:
"Just you, and you want me to submit? I am an emperor, standing atop the world, and you dwarves dream of making me bow?
You even dare to replicate the path of the past? You must have drunk too much nuclear boiling water and gone mad!"
At this moment, Wang Hao was extremely angry.
This group indeed had the heart of a wolf and the ambition of a scavenger.
Kill! They must all be killed.
"If you don't agree, then you can only die."
The Yin Yang Master's old face turned sinister.
Killing Wang Hao?
That wasn't a great choice.
If Wang Hao was killed, then the Settlement Camp would likely fight desperately.
With reinforcements arriving from all over, they might be devoured.
Even if they managed to hold their ground by luck, their strength would dwindle severely. When spring comes, what would they use to resist the monsters' sieges and spirit beast attacks?
