Huang Xiaolong's words directly enraged Zhutian and the Demon King to the point of furious laughter.
Then, their subordinates also burst into a hysterical laughter, bending over and nearly laughing their tears out.
"Hahaha~~ha~~hahaha~~truly...truly brain-dead! Idiotic!" the Demon King wiped his tears. "Huang Xiaolong, you just don't see the coffin until you cry. You weaklings don't even need Brother Zhutian to make a move. Even his subordinates, using Divine Artifacts to attack, can massacre all of you; you have no chance of fighting back at all!"
"Hahaha~let me laugh a bit more~~Huang Xiaolong, are you threatening us? Giving us two options? Hahaha~~mad, you are truly mad~~hahahaha~~~" Zhutian laughed convulsively.
Zhutian's wife, who is also Zhuri's mother, looked at Huang Xiaolong with eyes full of hatred and vengeance, gritting her teeth. "Master, why waste words...make a move! I want this boy dead! Avenge our son! Death!"
