Plucking Feathers off the Goose that Passes By

Lou Hong's heart sank with a foreboding feeling. "May I know what is the matter?"

"My disciple had always been straightforward in character, while he is a bit too lively, he had a pure kindness. May I ask sect master, what mistake did he make, that you are putting him into that dark and secluded chamber, and going to put him to death!" His voice deepened, and the suppression on his body began to sweep towards Lou Hong.

Lou Hong's face whitened, and the suppression was almost reaching.

Lonemoon suddenly stepped forward and pulled the man behind him, while at the same time used his own suppression which was also of Soul Formation level but more chilling to press it back. Wu Xiang was stunned. He stepped back once more and almost fell on the chair behind him. Instantly, his face was full of shock.