Under the exhaustive and costless curse, Ji Jue merely closed his eyes and took a nap. When he opened his eyes, he felt refreshed.
Now, it's time for reckoning.
BOOM!!!
The Heavenly Origin's Weight descended from the sky, crushing the hidden counterattack beneath the illusion, causing Meng Fengzuo to cough blood again, roaring silently.
The Weight of the Seven Cities acted upon his soul and body, crushing his bones and forcing his body to hunch inch by inch, legs bending.
Bow down completely!
Yet, even under pressure strong enough to crush his soul, Meng Fengzuo stubbornly kept his head raised, glaring at Ji Jue.
"If you want to kill, then kill!"
He strained his voice to say: "Mr. Han... Mr. Han... will certainly..."
"Avenge you?"
Ji Jue laughed nonchalantly: "Such loyalty is truly commendable!
But if you think this is only right, then when I retaliate against you for my subordinates and employees, surely you'll accept it without regret?"
Meng Fengzuo's expression froze.
