Kong Denghui harbored a desire to kill Qin Hao.
Yet, remembering the torture his younger brother had suffered, he decided to humiliate Qin Hao first.
"Kneel!"
Kong Denghui widened his eyes, coldly shouting at Qin Hao.
The fierce wind lashed their faces, causing Qin Hao and Yingzi to continuously retreat, their steps jumbled, teetering on the brink of danger.
But he did not kneel.
"I told you to kneel!"
Kong Denghui intensified his tone, the intent to kill notably clear in his eyes.
An overwhelming killing aura and regal authority surged forward, making Qin Hao's body tremble violently, his veins bulging as if pressed by a great weight.
"Not kneeling yet? Quite stubborn!"
Kong Denghui bit viciously: "Kneel! Kneel! Kneel!"
Three consecutive roars exploded with murderous intent.
"Ugh!" Qin Hao couldn't hold back and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his body collapsing to the ground, but instead of kneeling, he sat!
The crowd watching drew cold breaths secretly.
