Ye Chen, over the years abroad in bloody battles, had claimed the lives of countless beings. Having received the legacy of the Nether King, his ferocious and malicious aura was unparalleled and feared by all.
Though Zheng Yu was a member of Dragon Soul, young and nearly touching the threshold of Transformative Energy, without having reached the Innate Realm, he was but an ant. Under the imposing air of Ye Chen's Innate power, he was instantly intimidated. If not for Ye Chen showing some mercy, Zheng Yu could have been scared enough to wet himself right there and then.
"Zheng Yu, are you alright?"
Seeing Zheng Yu's extremely pale face standing frozen in place, Weiwei paused, then asked with a puzzled expression.
A few seconds later, Zheng Yu remained motionless, his body beginning to tremble slightly as his face grew paler, filled with fear.
Witnessing this scene, the expressions of Weiwei and White Tiger changed instantly.
"What did you do to Zheng Yu?"
