Jun Moyan gazed deeply at Wen Xiao'ai, but his raised hand remained suspended in mid-air.
Zuo Yan couldn't help but laugh, his calmness barely concealing his excitement, and with a sinister smile, he said, "Kneel."
"...What did you say?" Nie Jiuque's eyes were dark and cold, his voice icy as his repressed murderous aura surged around him.
"I told you to kneel, are you deaf?!" Zuo Yan suddenly went mad, squeezing Wen Xiao'ai's neck tightly, his face twisted and terrifying.
"Zuo Yan!" Jun Moyan's face turned pale, his body moving involuntarily as he stepped forward again, his overwhelming spiritual power pouring forth like mountains and seas.
Yet he was threatened by Zuo Yan, unable to move forward.
Zuo Yan shot a warning glance at Jun Moyan, then continued looking at Nie Jiuque: "I'll say it again, kneel!"
"Zuo Yan, can you bear the consequences?!" Moyu broke through the chaos, rushing forward, his bloodstained longsword pointing directly at Zuo Yan, shouting angrily.
