Hearing Shen Haoran and the others across from him say "dog" with every other breath, the Demon King Husky's face turned a grim, dark shade. His gaze fell coldly on the six of them, his eyes filled with a crimson glow.
"Good. Very good! I originally planned to grant you a quick death, but now it seems I was far too merciful. Next, you will pay the price for your words. You will learn that even death will be a luxury you can't afford!" The Demon King Husky pulled his Demon Sword from the ground, so furious that he began to laugh.
"Hey, old dog, enough with the pointless threats. We'll see who wins and who loses after we fight!" Shen Haoran completely ignored the Demon King Husky's menace. Since it was already a life-or-death situation, all that trash talk was useless.
