In just a few breaths, an immense oppressive force descended upon the Celestial Soaring Palace.
Lin Chang'sheng, knowing Wu Hao and the others had arrived, immediately walked out from the Alchemy Room.
Outside stood several people at this moment, including Wu Hao and his daughter, as well as three Mahayana-stage powerhouses—Huang Peng among them.
Perhaps in Wu Hao's eyes, killing Lin Chang'sheng needed no such spectacle; so only half of the six Mahayana cultivators had shown up.
Lin Chang'sheng might be a genius, but in Wu Hao's presence, he was just an ant—crushing him would be effortless.
"Lin Chang'sheng, I'll ask you one last time. Are you willing to marry my daughter?"
Wu Hao cut straight to the point.
If Lin Chang'sheng refused, then he'd only have himself to blame.
As soon as those words left his lips, Hou Shaojie and Zhao Shuang'Er both felt their hearts leap to their throats.
