The icy voice seemed to emanate from Nine Serene Hell, causing those who heard it to tremble.
"Why bother?" Mu Yanjun shook his head slightly, sneering, "You've already lost, why get up and suffer further?"
"Young master, Feng Wuchen is insulting you by not falling; it's an affront to your strength." A Main God's expert sneered.
"That's right, young master. Since Feng Wuchen insults your power, you should deal with him slowly. Break his arms and legs, sever his meridians, destroy his cultivation, and make him wish for death."
"Well said, young master. Without a lesson, he'll never learn his place."
A dozen experts mocked, gloating over Feng Wuchen's misfortune.
The members of Dragon God Palace were all livid with anger, their faces extremely grim.
"You're right." Mu Yanjun sneered playfully.
Before long, as the horrifying energy ripples gradually dissipated, the gravely injured Feng Wuchen appeared in everyone's sight.
