Hong Hu took in the expressions of Zhu Yan and the others, and he was quite pleased with himself.
He loved to see others in pain, and he loved to see their expressions when they wanted to retaliate but didn't dare to.
There was once a small family with over three hundred people.
Regardless of whether they were male or female, young or old, master or servant, they were all killed by him with a coral branch.
Now that he had killed two young Vermilion Bird Sect disciples, he was suddenly in high spirits.
"Didn't I tell you to stand up for yourselves? Who told you to be so disobedient?"
Hong Hu put on an expression that said, "I don't want to kill you!"
Whoosh!
All the disciples who had mocked Hong Hu just then stood up.
They didn't want to die.
Once upon a time, the disciples of the Vermilion Bird Sect were treated with respect wherever they went.
However, they seemed to have run into some bad luck recently. First, they were scared out of their wits by Zhang Xing and the huge dragon.
Now, they were being threatened by the seventy-two warriors.
None of the Vermilion Bird Sect disciples were used to this kind of dejection.
Thankfully, Zhang Xing didn't kill innocent people, so they could accept him as their sect leader.
In their hearts, the seventy-two warriors were far more terrifying than Zhang Xing.
This was because they were members of a foreign tribe, and they were members of the Coral Tribe who had committed countless atrocities.
"Sigh!
Why didn't you stand up for yourselves earlier? I admire young people who dare to take responsibility for their actions.
But it's too late now. "
Hong Hu waved the coral branch in his hand with a mocking expression.
He was toying with these young disciples. In his eyes, there was no difference between killing one or a group of them.
Hearing Hong Hu teasing them like this, some of the disciples trembled in fear. Some of them gritted their teeth, their eyes filled with unyielding anger.
"I remember you were the one who was yelling the loudest just then. You even said you were going to kill me now?"
Hong Hu sneered as he looked at a disciple in the crowd. He slowly raised his coral branch.
"I … That's right, I was the one who said that. Come and kill me! If you frown, I'll be your grandson!"
He was going to die anyway, so the disciple clenched his fists and roared.
"Huh?
You've got some guts. I like to kill young humans like you. "
A bloodthirsty expression appeared on Hong Hu's face as he spoke.
He waved his hand.
Splat!
A bloody hole instantly appeared on the disciple's forehead.
His body slowly fell in the crowd.
The surrounding disciples hurriedly supported him, wanting to save him, but …
"Junior Brother Buzhou …"
The other disciple beside him had blood dripping from his eyes.
"Junior Brother Buzhou, I will avenge you. I will fight him to the death!"
With that, the disciple gritted his teeth and rushed out of the crowd.
"No!"
"Senior Brother, come back!"
"Stand down!"
Some of the senior and junior brothers hurriedly shouted. Even Hall Master Zhu Yan hurriedly stopped them.
But this disciple rushed in front of Hong Hu like a madman, swinging his fist.
Puff!
After the sound of bones breaking, the disciple raised his fist, and his body seemed to be frozen in place, not moving at all.
Similarly, a bloody hole was pierced through his forehead.
Hong Hu snorted coldly. He was overestimating himself.
"Do you feel very angry?
Do you all want to kill me immediately? "
Hong Hu's gaze began to sweep through the crowd.
Everyone from the Vermillion Bird Hall unconsciously lowered their heads when they met his cruel and murderous gaze.
"Hmph!
A bunch of trash! "
Hong Hu turned to look at Zhu Yan.
"I'll kill you all one by one until your Sect Leader comes out.
If you don't want these disciples to die, you'd better call him out immediately! "