Han Fei's words ignited the fury of the two-headed man, whose eyes, filled with Death Intent, glared at Han Fei's face.
Souls living in the Black Rain all had deep-seated secrets and were accustomed to playing the fool to catch the tiger unawares, so the two-headed man had never seen such an arrogant person in this place before.
"Are you seeking death?" The man did not immediately make a move, as Han Fei's soul was shrouded in Shrine Mist, impenetrable to his sight.
"Seeking death?" Han Fei laughed unrestrainedly, "Death is only the beginning. Those who cross me will, even after death, have their offerings stolen and never rest in peace. Think carefully before you act."
"I've never seen you in the Outer District, where the hell did you come from?" The more confident Han Fei appeared, the more the two-headed man hesitated to strike.
