Ying Yue reached out into the air, and Suotu, who had been standing on the ground angry, was lifted up effortlessly, without a trace of resistance.
"Bastard? Who exactly is the bastard?"
Ying Yue's face was indifferent as he looked at Suotu, who was close at hand, and asked coldly.
"Bas... bastard! You... you are courting death!"
Suotu struggled desperately, yet found his entire body constrained, unable to move, panicking for a moment, but his mouth remained stubborn.
Ying Yue ignored him, speaking softly to himself: "Do you know, I have never hated someone like I do now, nor have I ever hated a race like I do now!
Although there are many scoundrels, many flaws among my race, my compatriots, you, a mere ant, have no right to call my people bastards!
What kind of creature are you?"
Ying Yue's voice was very soft, like the murmuring of a mosquito, yet it clearly spread for miles around, reaching the ears of every Earthling in Minsk City.
"Wooo—"
