In Hell.
"Wuu wuu..."
Wang Hao opened his mouth wide, crying.
But it was all thunder with no rain, giving off a rather exaggerated vibe.
Little White and Zhao Yiling, their heads bowed down, stepped back two paces with a look that said, "I'm not familiar with Wang Hao."
The faces of the five Divine Race members turned completely dark. This brat Wang Hao was just as despicable, shameless, cunning, and treacherous as the rumors suggested...
It was clear this was their Heavenly Saint Divine Race's own ancestor, so what did he have to do with them!?
Yet, this bastard had the nerve to falsely claim relations and to smear their Heavenly Saint Divine Race's name. It really felt like they had been screwed over by a dog.
"How dare you!" roared that supreme voice. "Not only do you fail to nurture a super talent within the clan, you send people to kill him with the intent of assisting your own grandson's rise to power. Totally outrageous, it angers me to death..."
