His face was ferocious as he roared, shame and anger surging in his heart.
"Stop!" He roared in Fury. Otherwise, you'll regret it!"
He forced himself not to kneel down, his body trembled, and his eyes were fierce.
Lin Changan sneered as the Qiongqi Phantom appeared behind him!
His eyes glowed!
The fiendish origin seemed to come from heaven and earth!
Yingzhao mountain could not hold on any longer, and its knees gave way, and it crashed into the ground.
He knelt down, his face red.
"You will die! You'll wish you were dead!"
He roared madly, but it was so difficult to get up under the pressure.
Suppressed by the power of Lin Chang 'an's bloodline and his innate Emperor's might, his entire body began to stagger and then slowly prostrated.
It was as if they were kneeling.
Shame and anger welled up in her heart. This posture seemed like she was worshipping.
As the Holy Son of the yingzhao sect, he had never suffered such humiliation!