Boom!
From start to finish, the ever-arrogant, domineering Zhong Qing had already been scared witless, prostrating on the ground, not daring to move an inch.
You have to know, that palm imprint was hanging right above his head.
If it came crashing down, his fate wouldn't be any better than those few just now.
Right now he felt like the Reaper's scythe was resting on his neck; his four limbs trembled, his face went ghastly pale, and sheets of cold sweat poured down.
"Lord Shen, L-Lord Shen, I think there must be some kind of misunderstanding here!"
After a moment, this Heavenly Net Sect Elder Jin Zheng could no longer endure it. He grit his teeth and spoke up, ready to argue for his own life.
Chen Yang swept a glance at Zhong Qing from the corner of his eye, his smile all skin and no warmth. "Now you're telling me it's a misunderstanding?"
Zhong Qing: "..."
"I, I..."
