Dissecting the Stomach (1)

Zhu Wanhao ignored everyone's noise and only stared at the several Golden Core cultivators who were causing trouble."Stop talking nonsense and tell everyone the truth. I won't hold it against you today."

"We…"

Looking at Zhu Wuan's calm gaze and his companion who had been crippled and whose limbs were worse than death, the remaining Golden Core cultivators 'expressions changed and they were speechless for a moment.

"Zhu Wuyang, are you trying to force the victim to change her words?"

An ear-piercing voice came from the crowd. The owner of the voice was a middle-aged cultivator with a mustache. His strength was also above the Golden Core stage.

"Boom…"