Old Ghost's eyes were open wide, mouth slightly ajar, completely petrified.
Even a trace of surprise flickered in the eyes of Wei Banmeng's group of five.
The six leaders who were invited back to their seats looked even paler, their hearts gripped by a cold, ruthless hand.
What kind of method is this?!
Soundless, without a trace.
Yet domineering enough that even these top Tier Three could not muster a thought of resistance before being forcefully pressed back into their seats.
This surpassed their understanding of Tier Three.
The young man calmly eating ribs before them.
How terrifying could his power truly be?!
Half a month of no news...
Could it be...
A chilling thought uncontrollably surfaced in their minds.
The fury on Kuang Huo's face had long disappeared.
All that remained was uncertainty and deep dread.
The private room fell into silence.
Only the subtle sound of Fang Qingyu placing his napkin back on the table could be heard.
