The Vicious Zhang Ronghua

"Bring Fu Qi here," Zhang Ronghua ordered.

Murong An made a trip down and brought him here. Other than the 288 Spirit Sealing Golden Needles on his body and the iron chains binding his hands and feet, he was not tortured. He was very cold, especially when he saw Zhang Ronghua. The coldness that erupted from him was even stronger. Thinking of the situation before him, Fu Qi knew that a wise man would not fight when the odds were against him. He hurriedly restrained himself, his face expressionless.

Jiu Xuanji slammed the table in anger.

Bang!

Zhang Ronghua spilled some of the tea he had just poured. A few peanuts rolled on the ground." Why didn't you kneel when you saw the general?" he shouted.

Murong An's two legs were as fast as lightning as they landed on Fu Qi's two hind legs.

Unable to use his cultivation, he was worse than a dog!

Plop!