"We won't tell you where she is. You know we are not afraid of death!" Envy sneered. It was evident that Hao Jian cared deeply for Xiaolu, but the more he cared, the less they were willing to divulge her whereabouts to Hao Jian.
Being able to anger or sadden the mighty God of Death was an honor for them.
"The guy before you said the same thing, and then he betrayed your location to me," Hao Jian said sarcastically.
"You killed Pride?" The group, including Envy, was all horrified. No wonder Pride had not yet returned. He had been killed by Hao Jian.
"No, no, no, I haven't killed him, but now I think he would wish someone had," Hao Jian replied with a shrug.
Hearing this, Envy and the others changed expressions. They naturally understood what Hao Jian meant—he was surely torturing Pride.
And should they fall into Hao Jian's hands, they guessed they would meet the same fate as Pride.