"He stays, everyone else get out of here!" Yusuf Zuck pointed at the man kneeling on the ground, a Golden Immortal Ninth Rank, and when his gaze swept over the others, they all lowered their heads!
In any world, the fist represents reason. Now, Zayden Newton's fist is hard, so others had no choice but to bow their heads.
The harsh and strange things they had said before, they were blind and ignorant, and from today on, they probably wouldn't dare to utter such words for the rest of their lives.
"Farewell..."
"Farewell..."
Everyone quietly clasped their fists, then scurried out of the Jingxing Pavilion with their tails between their legs.
