"It's your turn now."
"Do you want to try it for yourselves?"
Brother Cheng brandished his sword with a warm smile, like a waiter drawing in customers.
"Rest assured, you won't feel any pain."
"You'll be relieved in an instant, it's practically a premium experience!"
Gong Qing felt like mocking.
What kind of language is this? Could this even be considered human speech?
Lu Qing and Zong Xi finally snapped back to reality.
"You, you really killed Wei Shan!"
"He was a direct disciple of Celestial Venerable Ming Jue, the first disciple of the second generation in the Ice Immortal Sect!"
"You dared to kill him, you're finished, you're finished..."
"Not only will the Ice Immortal Sect not let you off, but the Ice Extreme Saint Venerable won't either!"
Both retreated while yelling aggressively yet timidly.
"And what about you two, will you let me go?"
Faced with this soul-searching question from Brother Cheng, the two were immediately at a loss for words.
