The three were now regretting so much that their guts might as well be turning blue.
Cursing themselves silently for being foolish, for not realizing Feng Wuchen's identity earlier.
Now that they know, it's already too late.
"You verbally assaulted me, how should we account for this?"
Feng Wuchen asked coldly, his icy gaze sending shivers down their spines.
"Boom!"
The moment these words were spoken, it was like a thunderbolt exploded in their ears, causing their whole bodies to tremble, cold sweat to break out, and their souls to nearly flee from their bodies.
"Master Feng, spare us! We didn't know of your identity, otherwise, even if we had ten thousand guts, we wouldn't dare to question your divine skills!" Yang Lao begged in terror.
"Master Feng, we were wrong! We shouldn't have used hurtful words, shouldn't have looked down on you! We implore Master Feng's forgiveness!" Wang Lao begged, kowtowing in fear.
