Chu Fengmian gave a cold, dismissive smile as he took a step forward. In his gaze shone utter disdain.
"Kneel before me!"
The moment Chu Fengmian spoke, an overwhelming dragon might burst forth from his body, instantly shattering the resistance Zhao Xiong had just mustered.
Under the weight of this dragon might, Zhao Xiong's own strength crumbled, and he fell completely into Chu Fengmian's grasp, to be toyed with at will.
"Kneel!"
Chu Fengmian flipped his hand and gripped with his fingers, pressing downward.
Zhao Xiong's body, like Chu Fengmian's hand gesture, was forced straight down, and he bent both knees in submission, dropping to the ground.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
He kowtowed three loud times.
These three kowtows were so forceful that they cracked the stone tiles beneath him, and Zhao Xiong's forehead was smeared with fresh blood, evidence of the intensity behind the action.
"Has Zhao Xiong gone mad? Why would he kneel and kowtow so readily?"
