Inside the private room, Zhang Ruochen's gaze stared at Kong Hongbi and his two followers.
All three of the Ming Hall people, Kong Hongbi included, were trembling as an invisible pressure made them unable to breathe. There was no way, due to the vast difference in cultivation level, it would have been weird if they were not terrified.
After exerting enough pressure, Zhang Ruochen faintly said, "Hand over the Godstone!"
Yuan Che and Guo Song's psychological aptitudes were slightly poorer, and their faces turned pale as paper as soon as they heard those words.
Kong Hongbi's heart thumped hard, as his breathing became disordered as he said. "What do you mean, my lord?"
"If you're asked to hand over the Godstone, hand over it quickly. What are you pussyfooting about?" Xiang Chunan snarled in annoyance.