"You still want to provoke the Saint Emperor Clan? Why don't you go try it?"
Feng Wuchen's strong and domineering presence, along with his terrifying power, had deeply shocked Zhuchenxin.
Zhuchenxin dared not speak a word.
"Why are you not speaking? Are you deaf?" Feng Wuchen asked coldly, slapping him directly.
Zhuchenxin suppressed his fear and anger with great difficulty, reluctantly saying, "No... I dare not."
As the Second Elder of the Demon Clan, he had to bow his head to Feng Wuchen in front of so many clansmen, losing face entirely.
Zhuchenxin felt as if all dignity and honor were crushed to pieces under Feng Wuchen's foot.
The feeling was worse than death for him.
Zhuchenxin regretted it so much that his intestines turned green.
"Such a pathetic demon barrier, do you think it can trap me? Wake up!" Feng Wuchen said disdainfully, gently patting Zhuchenxin's old face with his right hand.
Zhuchenxin dared not make a move, his anger vanished entirely.
"Hmph!"
