My Waste Husband novel Chapter 919

Yachim was afraid of the force behind Drewe, but he was only respectful and did not dare to provoke him.

However, facing the King of the City of Hell, Yachim was not only afraid. In the eyes of the vast majority of underground forces, the King of the City of Hell was like a monument, a kind of religion, a god in their hearts.

They would only respect and fear the gods in their hearts, and would not dare to disrespect them.

Henry took out a dark-golden ring and put it on his left index finger. He raised his hand in the void and all the leaders under the stage, who were kneeling on one knee, stood up.

Staring at the ring on Henry's hand, Drewe swallowed hard and said in a hoarse voice, "You are... Satan."

Henry shrugged his shoulders and said, "I've already made my choice. What are you going to do next? Or how do you plan to turn me into a corpse?"

One could see that Drewe's body was trembling slightly. It was clear that he was extremely terrified, but he still forced himself to remain calm and said, "The King of the City of Hell, we have no intention of opposing you. I know you're powerful, but you should know very well that there are too many powerful people in this world. You, the King of the City of Hell, are not invincible."

Henry's smile froze, and he frowned slightly. "You don't seem to understand me. I asked you, how do you plan to turn me into a corpse?"

"You can say your conditions. We only need that tripod, and I...."

"I asked you the question!" Henry suddenly shouted. This shout was like a sudden torrent, almost breaking the psychological barrier of Drewe in an instant. Drewe's legs went soft and he fell directly on the stage. The forcibly built calmness disappeared without a trace.

The prestige of the Emperor of Hell was simply too great. There wasn't a single person from an underground power who could face the emperor without batting an eyelid.

"Answer me." Henry took a step forward and stared at Drewe. "How do you plan to turn me into a corpse?!"

After the psychological defense was broken down, Drewe couldn't take it anymore. Seeing Henry slowly walking over, Drewe, who was paralyzed on the ground, kicked his legs and kept moving backwards. "My... My Lord... I..."

"Say it!" Henry shouted again. At the same time, a cyclone of Qi gathered in front of Henry and went straight to Drewe.

This invisible surge of energy took the form of a giant awl, shooting straight at Drewe's chest, sending him flying backwards. His chest bent, and he fell to the ground.

A large mouthful of blood was spat out from his mouth. Lying on the ground, he couldn't help but roll his eyes. From the corner of his eye, he saw his friend, the leader of a first-class underground power.

At this moment, this leader of the underground forces stared coldly at Drewe, as though he was looking at a dead man.

Now that he had offended the Emperor of Hell, not to mention his friend, even his father wouldn't dare to recognize him.

"It seems that you can't touch me." Henry stood at the edge of the platform, looking at the seriously injured Drewe, who was lying on the ground, with his chest caved in. "In this case, you can't take him away."

After Henry finished, he waved his hand. Two Reapers immediately walked out of the crowd and dragged Drewe to somewhere else like a dead dog.

Seeing that he had been dragged away just like that, the leaders of the various major forces didn't reveal the slightest bit of an expression on their faces. All of them had a calm look on their faces. In their eyes, offending the emperor was already a death sentence.

Yachim knelt on the stage, trembling violently. He didn't dare to say a word.

Henry said to Yachim, "Go there and wait. I have something to ask you later."

"Understood!" Yachim didn't dare to raise his head. He just knelt down, moved his knees, and walked down the platform bit by bit.