An explosive aura surged out of Ye Hao's body.
The originally calm him also became extremely irritable because of Zhou Han's attitude.
It was as if a mysterious power was flowing on the surface of Ye Hao's body at this moment.
The boiling clouds were strange and powerful.
"What? How dare he? He actually spoke to the Desolate Heaven King like that. Is he courting death?"
"Looks like Zhou Han is a little arrogant! He thinks that just because he killed the Profound Mystic King, he can ignore the Desolate Heaven King! Could it be that he doesn't know how huge the difference between the Profound Mystic King and the Desolate Heaven King is?"
"That's right, Zhou Han is muddle-headed! If I face the Desolate Heaven King, I'll directly bow down. In that case, I should be able to keep my life!"