"No... Young master, I didn't mean to slap your face ..."
Han Zhanying wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and said awkwardly, " &Quot; you don't know this, but at that moment, the pressure from Chen Zhufeng's body was like the pressure of our Zhu family's ancestor when he was furious! It's really too strange!"
&Quot; what??? "
Zhu qiuheng's face was filled with shock."How can that little bastard's pressure be on par with our ancestor? And it's the pressure of the old ancestor when he's enraged?"
&Quot; that's right ... &Quot; han Zhanying nodded his head repeatedly."This kid is neither angry nor irritated, but his pressure is already so terrifying! If he was as furious as our ancestor, how terrifying would his pressure be?"
"You're saying that his ... His pressure is even stronger than our ancestor's?" Zhu qiuheng sucked in a cold breath.
"That's right!"
