Liu Jin was like a helpless chick in Lin Han's grasp, utterly unable to resist!
He was a Martial King!
Witnessing this, Jiang Zishang's eyes nearly popped out of his head. He was so terrified by the bizarre sight that he couldn't move.
It was as if he were seeing a ghost in broad daylight.
He finally realized that Zhao Xiongwu hadn't been humiliating him—he had been warning him!
"No! This... no!"
Jiang Zishang's words were incoherent. He was completely panicked, his eyes filled with terror.
He looked at Zhao Xiongwu, trembling uncontrollably. "He... he... he..."
He still couldn't form a complete sentence.
"He defeated the King of the Wheel all by himself," Zhao Xiongwu said flatly. "Next, he's going to kill you."
"Unfortunately, Jiang Zishang, you've missed your best chance to escape. Now, you can only die."
The moment Jiang Zishang heard this, his blood ran cold.
