A little over half an hour later, Mei Yingxue, Ye Xiangmo, and the others walked out of Shen Lang's courtyard, their legs weak.
They all looked incredibly weak. Their hair was soaked with sweat and plastered to their faces, and they staggered as they walked, looking as wretched as could be.
And yet, their eyes glinted fiercely, as if they'd been pumped full of adrenaline...
The crowd outside the courtyard was utterly baffled by this bizarre scene.
'Is Shen Lang's room a dragon's lair or a tiger's den? They were only inside for a little while, so how did he manage to torment several Sect Leaders to the point where they look like they've lost their souls?'
Tang Yiyi gave Shen Lang's room a deep look, her red lips parted slightly, but she said nothing.
Meanwhile, inside Shen Lang's room...
Nalan Ziyun, Shen Moran, and Chu Qingcheng sat across from Shen Lang, their eyes wide as they stared him down, making him break out in a cold sweat.
