Master Qingyou coughed up blood in frustration. Situ Hang was filled with such bitter regret that he wished he could turn back time.
If I had known this kid was so powerful, I wouldn't have dared to offend him even if it meant death. Do I really have to kneel and beg for mercy in front of everyone? I don't want to.
After all, his status was extraordinary. However, Lin Xuan merely glanced in his direction. Situ Hang's body went limp, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud.
Master Qingyou also fell to his knees, shouting, "Young Master Lin, spare me! I was wrong!"
At this moment, everyone was subdued. No one dared to oppose Lin Xuan any longer.
With his hands clasped behind his back, Lin Xuan overlooked the eight directions. He still maintained the form of a ten-meter-tall dragon, appearing as a Divine Beast, high and mighty. Everyone held their breath, their hearts pounding in their chests. I wonder how Lin Xuan will deal with these people.
