Twelve Trials

The occupants of the silver thrones voiced their opinions one after another, merrily deciding how they should “deal with” Shi Feng.

Standing a short distance from the golden doors of this chamber, Shi Feng silently muttered, “Crap! Don’t players have any human rights?”

However, Shi Feng had no choice under the circumstances.

The NPCs before him were all apex powerhouses of God’s Domain; Shi Feng was merely an ant in their eyes. It would be fortunate if they even decided to give him a few extra glances, not to mention involve him in their discussion.

At this moment, a youth garbed in white robes, one of the occupants of the silver thrones, moved and instantly appeared before Shi Feng.

Although this youth was simply standing in front of Shi Feng, showing no animosity whatsoever to Shi Feng, the formidable pressure Shi Feng felt from him was much more overwhelming than what he’d felt from White River City’s Magistrate Weissman.