As Qian Huixiong passed out, the courtyard fell so silent you could hear a pin drop.
Cao Yangming hesitated for a moment, then began to imitate Qian Huixiong, repeatedly kowtowing in Chu He's direction.
His forehead struck the ground again and again.
In front of Chu He, Cao Yangming didn't dare pull any tricks, so every impact of his forehead against the ground was brutally real.
The Martial Artists behind him in the alleyway also dared not hope for leniency and began to kowtow endlessly toward Chu He.
The collective sound of foreheads repeatedly striking the ground was almost spectacular in its own way.
Soon, they all started to feel dizzy. The ground even began to dent from the constant impacts. Before long, streaks of blood appeared.
But as long as Chu He remained silent, they dared not stop.
Cao Yangming couldn't even begin to describe his regret.
