"Good! Evan Clark, you’re really something!" At this moment, William Grant was so furious that he laughed instead, his eyes gleaming with a bloodthirsty savagery:

"Since you insulted me! Then, I’ll give you two choices right now!"

As he spoke, William Grant's eyes, like those of a hungry wolf, locked onto Evan Clark, his voice icy cold:

"One, you kneel and apologize to me, crawl between my legs, and then cripple one of your own arms! Two, we’ll help you, but the consequence is—one hand and one leg, turning you into a complete and utter piece of trash!"

Silence!

After William Grant finished speaking, the entire Senior Class 3-2 fell deathly silent.

Every student felt a bone-chilling cold.

One, kneel, crawl, apologize, cripple an arm!

Two, cripple a hand and a leg!

No matter which path he chose, Evan Clark was doomed!

Every student looked at Evan Clark with pity, as if they could already see his miserable fate.

But after hearing these words, Evan Clark's eyes narrowed slightly, and a flash of purple cold light flickered in his gaze:

"Are you sure?"

Just three short words, yet they exuded a bone-deep chill.

In an instant, the temperature in Class 3-2 seemed to plummet to freezing, and everyone shivered involuntarily.

It was as if those three words didn’t come from Evan Clark, but from the depths of hell, making everyone’s scalp tingle.

Even William Grant himself shuddered at that moment, as if he was facing not a person, but a demon, a ferocious beast, filling his heart with terror.

However, William Grant quickly shook his head, forcefully dismissing that ridiculous thought from his mind, his rage boiling over.

He hadn’t expected to be frightened by just three words from a loser!

"That’s right! I’m sure!" William Grant was burning with anger, glaring viciously at Evan Clark, and shouted:

"You either kneel! Or get crippled!!!"

Hmm?

That sentence made Evan Clark laugh, and the purple lightning in his eyes grew even more intense:

"Fine! Since you insist, then I’ll give you two choices as well!"

As he spoke, Evan Clark slowly stood up.

And the moment he stood, the purple lightning in his eyes reached its peak.

It was as if his eyes contained infinite magic—one glance would make your soul scatter.

Especially William Grant and the others—when they saw the purple lightning in Evan Clark's eyes, they all trembled violently.

Swish!!!

That purple lightning seemed to instantly pierce into the minds of William Grant and the others, making their gazes turn dazed.

And at that moment, Evan Clark's lips parted, and a thunderous shout exploded:

"Either kneel! Or die!!!"

Boom!

That thunderous shout was like a bolt of lightning from the heavens, making William Grant and the others shudder all over, their eyes growing even more vacant, as if they’d lost all sense.

Purple Demon Eyes!!!

If there were any powerful beings from the universe present, they would be shocked to discover that what Evan Clark was using was none other than the first stage of the Demon Emperor’s killing move—the Purple Demon Eyes: Soul Devour!

Soul Devour was, in fact, the deepest level of hypnosis!

Unlike ordinary hypnosis, Soul Devour could not only hypnotize a person’s mind, but even control their very soul!

Simply put, it could turn a person into a puppet!

A body with spirit, but no soul!

However, Evan Clark's current strength was less than one ten-millionth of his peak, so Soul Devour was only effective on ordinary people. If he encountered someone truly powerful, it would be useless.

But at this moment, after hearing Evan Clark's words, the entire Class 3-2 fell silent for a moment, then erupted into wild laughter.

"Hahaha... Did I just hear that? This loser actually gave Young Master Wu two choices? Either kneel? Or die? I can’t take it, I’m going to die laughing! This idiot..."

Charles Bell laughed so hard he nearly doubled over, almost crying from laughter.

And Faye Reed was shaking with laughter, looking at Evan Clark as if he were a fool:

"Hehehe... What an idiot, who does he think he is! He’s just a loser, and now he’s definitely angered Young Master Wu. He’s finished!"

Besides the two of them, the rest of the class also wore mocking expressions, as if Evan Clark was nothing but a complete joke!

But just as everyone was laughing, a few dull thuds suddenly sounded!

Thud!

Thud!

Thud!

Under everyone’s shocked gaze, William Grant and the others all dropped to their knees!

Gasp!

That scene was like someone had hit the mute button—every laugh stopped abruptly.

The entire class, every student, had their mouths wide open, big enough to fit a duck egg, their eyeballs nearly popping out.

As for Charles Bell and Faye Reed, their wild laughter froze on their faces, like ducks being strangled, their expressions utterly comical!

This... impossible!!!

Charles Bell was completely stunned!

He never imagined that the mighty class tyrant of Senior Class 3-4, the eldest son of the Gong family, William Grant, would actually kneel before Evan Clark!

How could this be!

It completely shattered his worldview!