Feng Lin was the first to react, immediately summoning a deep blue frost ice to seal Chi Ling.
Boom!
Xu Xianfan's power was unstoppable; he punched a hole through Feng Lin's frost ice.
"What are you doing?"
Feng Lin took the opportunity to shield Chi Ling.
Wen Huarong, seeing this, also moved beside Feng Lin, staring intently at Xu Xianfan, "Xu Xianfan, are you planning to kill my people right before my eyes?"
"Wen Huarong, what I'm doing now is an act of justice!"
Xu Xianfan pointed upwards, "Look carefully, what exactly is at the top?"
Above there were four pitch-black chains, each as thick as an arm.
The chains were suspending a golden throne in midair.
Sitting on the throne was a man dressed in ancient noble attire.
It looked like it was from the Han Dynasty.
However, his clothes were blood-red.
He sat on the throne, his silver hair meticulously groomed.
On each side of his hair, there were golden ornaments.
