Mo Lian's gaze was extremely icy as he looked at the Vassal Prince of Jianping whom he was gripping by the neck like a chick. There was not a hint of warmth in his gaze.
"You, what do you want to do?" The Vassal Prince of Jianping, Mo Kun, was not an idiot. He was still able to distinguish danger after having such high status for so many years.
For example, this man in front of him gave his heart and soul an extremely powerful impact. It gave him an inexplicable sense of fear.
For some reason he didn't get? It seemed like this man wasn't someone he, Mo Kun, could provoke, but was that possible?
He had come from the capital of the Divine Province. How could a cultivator from the lowly Six Prefectures compare to him… uh? Ah!
Mo Kun's expression shifted repeatedly, each more uglier than the last.
By this time, he had already experienced the sensation of being meat on another person's chopping block.
