"He can't roll off the throne by himself because he doesn't even have legs."
A master mocked, while these twenty-some people stood in the square, all eyes on Ren Feng seated on the throne.
Ren Feng looked at them, coldly watching, his face was all icy, and even the intense pain from the swelling meridians inside him didn't make him scream again; he just coldly watched them, without saying a word.
The inheritance energy orb within the Soul Sea had already shrunk by a circle. This inheritance orb needed to be absorbed at least halfway to enable movement, and Ren Feng was close to reaching halfway but still needed at least thirty more seconds!
A master coldly said, "Then let me help him!"
