"Why isn't he moving at all, feels like he's dead?"
Qin Jun pointed at Xu Chongsheng and curiously asked; the former fifth-ranked on the Dominance Leaderboard reduced to such a miserable state worse than death, this news would certainly astonish countless beings.
Drought fingers entwining around withered hair, spoke nonchalantly, "How does Your Majesty wish for him to move?"
As soon as the words fell, Xu Chongsheng sprang up abruptly, his eyes bloodshot as he stared fixedly at Qin Jun, making him feel uneasy.
"Can't he speak for himself?" Qin Jun asked in confusion, Xu Chongsheng seemed like a puppet to him no matter how he looked.
Upon hearing this, Drought gave him an annoyed look and said, "If he could speak for himself, it would mean that his original intelligence is still intact; would you be at ease?"
Retaining intelligence, Xu Chongsheng...
