Facing Shen Feng's questioning,
Luo Jiande and Luo Zhiyong felt uneasy, always sensing a chill around their necks, dreading that their throats might also be pierced through with chopsticks, their pale lips quivering nonstop. Had they known this would happen, they definitely wouldn't have provoked Shen Feng, this King Yama.
The only way to stay alive now was to earn Shen Feng's forgiveness. Luo Jiande's knees trembled as he knelt down. After witnessing Shen Feng's extraordinary abilities, he couldn't even muster anger in his heart, "Master, please spare us this once. We were blind and failed to discipline Mingxuan properly."
Seeing his own father kneel, Luo Zhiyong had no reason not to. Although he was the underground boss of Nanming County, as he knelt before Shen Feng, there was not the slightest resentment in his heart. Truly, Shen Feng's capabilities were the stuff of legends, fit only for gods and demons.
