"Young master..." Just as Bo Chengye uttered two words, he was coldly interrupted.
His eyes and eyebrows carried an arrogant air, akin to an ancient emperor's domineering spirit. He stared icily at Bo Chengye, "Don't make me say the same thing twice."
Bo Chengye was surprisingly startled by this and unconsciously let him go. Bo Chenghe, still quite young, didn't dare to contradict him in the face of his might.
Again, their actions, clutching him and preventing him from fighting back, gave off a sense of ganging up against him.
However, he was not afraid, his aura was both intimidating and icy. The situation staled as no one dared to speak or intervene as though they were stunned by his overwhelming aura.
Time seemed to freeze, Di Mingjue's gaze signified an extreme frostiness, a mere glance could induce an illusion of being strangled.
That feeling was as if you were trapped as a beast, him watching before a fatal blow felt terrifyingly oppressive.
