"Speak! Why did you kill Yuan Dasheng?" Zhu Xuanji suddenly opened his mouth. His voice was as hard as iron, without a trace of warmth.
"Ah?" Ning Zhuo's face revealed a look of surprise.
"Speak!" Zhu Xuanji shouted, simultaneously erupting a powerful pressure, like an invisible mountain, suddenly pressing on Ning Zhuo.
This pressure was so immense that Ning Zhuo almost kneeled under the sudden weight.
He staggered, his waist and back inevitably bent, but he did not kneel. Instead, he stubbornly maintained his stance, his eyes showing a hint of defiance as he looked at Zhu Xuanji.
Zhu Xuanji's eyes shone with golden light. With unprecedented hardness, they scrutinized Ning Zhuo!
The sharp gaze made Ning Zhuo feel as if he was naked in the freezing snow.
Ning Zhuo frantically summoned mana at the peak of nine levels, injecting it into the concealed cloud shadow under his tongue's root.
When the cloud shadow was activated, it temporarily resisted Zhu Xuanji's scrutiny.