Xian Bo was struck by a sense of indescribable terror upon seeing the clown-faced male.
Every cell in his body was trembling, and his body was also shuddering uncontrollably.
"W-Who are you?" Xian Bo asked with difficulty.
"It's not important who I am. Let's play a game together. If you win, then I'll let you free." The clown started cackling with laughter.
Xian Bo knew that refusing was not an option.
A bitter expression fell across his face as he appeared to realize the identity of the clown. "Why are you targeting me? I've clearly done nothing wrong."
"You wronged by communicating with a member of the Holy Martial Clan. We won't allow any hidden dangers to lurk. Enough with the nonsense. The game shall begin now."