For a moment, the entire hall froze.
Then, in a voice loud and firm, Zou Fang declared—
"I want to take Angola's life."
A single heartbeat of silence.
Then—
Chaos erupted.
"WHAT?!"
"Did he just—did he just say he wants to KILL Angola?!"
"Is he insane?!"
"No, no, no, I must've misheard!"
"I heard it too! He said it! He said he wants to take Angola's life!"
Breeder disciples reeled back in horror. Elder Fan Ming's eyes twitched. The other elder standing beside him nearly choked on his own breath.
Even Angola, the once-proud but now battered and bruised lizard, lifted its head weakly.
Its swollen, black-and-blue face twitched in sheer terror.
It shuddered.
It shivered.
It let out a pitiful whimper.
"Kraaah…?"
It didn't understand human language, but its instincts screamed that something was terribly, terribly wrong.
The lizard tried to crawl away.
It tried to drag its bloated, bruised body inch by inch toward safety.
But its limbs trembled too much.
