"Moreover, can't you guess by now whose tacit consent I have for my actions?"
No sooner had the words fallen than a "bang" sounded, a bullet piercing through the already polluted and turbid air, plunging straight into Yuan Hao's shoulder. He let out a muffled groan, blood seeping out, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, but his eyes remained calm.
"Heh..." a light laugh emerged, "It seems it doesn't hurt! Truly befitting a monster that crawled out from a bloodbath." Hearing these words, Yuan Hao involuntarily shuddered, a hint of unusual agitation finally sweeping through his eyes, no longer appearing so serene.
However, Sheng Jingyi continued to disregard, as if talking to himself: "Everyone is dead, yet you are the only one alive; and you, you are endangering the land they protected with their blood and lives, heh, I wonder if you'll still have the face to confront your 'brothers' down below." Those who saved themselves with their bodies.
