He screamed like a wild boar awaiting slaughter, "I didn't take it, I really didn't."
"Refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit," said Eldest Zhou, his face gloomy, as his hand, four or five times larger than that of an average person, slowly clenched with force.
Zeng Guang's body, like that of a small chicken, started to seep blood, his complexion turning ashen green, on the verge of exploding to death at any moment.
"My friend! What about letting Zeng Guang go?" a voice came out from the house.
Eldest Zhou sneered again and again, "There's also a cultivator here, but, no matter what, I'm still at the early stage of Foundation Building, and you ask me to release someone without even showing your face, that's too disrespectful to me."
No sooner had his words fallen than his arm suddenly exerted force.
"There are cultivators here, so the North-east King Seal must have fallen into the hands of this cultivator. Zeng Guang has outlived his usefulness."
