So suffocating!
So terrifying!
This aura was so overwhelming it shook his very soul. Boundless fear filled Pan Baofa's heart, and he dropped straight to his knees.
"Brother Fa!"
The other two middle-aged men, both sworn brothers of Pan Baofa, were stunned when they saw this.
"What's going on?"
"Brother Fa, you... why are you kneeling to him?"
The two men rushed forward, both glaring at Jiang Xinghai.
But in the next instant, they too felt an overwhelming pressure wash over them.
THUD!
THUD!
They were completely unable to resist. Their legs gave out, and they too knelt on the ground.
"A mere three Ninth-Grade Martial Artists dare to act so brazenly, like buffoons, before me?"
Jiang Xinghai looked down on the three of them and slapped them.
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
He stood before the three men, slapping them one by one, starting with Pan Baofa's cheek.
The three were utterly bewildered.
'What the fuck is happening?!'
'We're Ninth-Grade Martial Artists!'
