Lin Hao remained unmoved, his voice cold.
"Four years ago, she slapped a three-year-old girl to death, driving the child's mother to suicide. That woman was merciful; on her deathbed, she made me promise not to cause trouble for Wu Sipei. I naively agreed. Not long ago, she massacred thirty-eight people in a nameless village, leaving no one alive. Today, she will die!"
At his words, the crowd gasped in shock.
They couldn't believe that a woman like Wu Sipei could be so vicious.
"No, no! I only killed two! I didn't kill the others!" Wu Sipei shrieked hysterically. Her legs trembled, and the acrid stench of urine filled the martial arts platform.
Lin Hao's bone-chilling words were laced with such palpable killing intent that Wu Sipei felt the very real threat of death.
Lin Hao's eyes narrowed. "Who else?!" he demanded.
"My brother, and…" Wu Sipei's eyes darted toward Luo Yulou.
