If I Don't Give It, Who Dares Try to Snatch It?

The entire command center fell silent.

No one spoke up for Sun Yuanju, nor did anyone mention contributing cultivation methods again.

Only now did they realize the gap between themselves and Wang Teng.

Just the aura he had condensed without releasing was enough to make people unable to meet his gaze. How strong must he truly be?

With such a vast disparity, their little schemes had no room to work.

The Martial Arts Leader said nothing either. He merely watched quietly from the side, allowing events to unfold and letting Wang Teng handle it himself.

In his view, Wang Teng's strength was the best deterrent.

Killing the chicken to warn the monkeys—Sun Yuanju had stepped forward at just the right time to become that chicken.

Wang Teng swept his gaze around the room, his expression utterly calm as he said lightly, "Weren't you all quite talkative just now? Why have you gone silent? Warden Sun, aren't you going to say a few more words?"

"..." Sun Yuanju's expression shifted slightly. He felt utterly screwed. Raising his head to face Wang Teng's calm gaze, he said awkwardly, "Mis... misunderstanding. I was only..."

He stammered, so flustered that he could barely form a coherent sentence.

"Only what?" Wang Teng looked at him with a faint smile.

"..." Sun Yuanju could not answer at all. He knew Wang Teng had definitely heard everything he had said earlier. No matter how he tried to explain himself now, it would be useless. If Wang Teng wanted to make trouble for him, he would not give up because of a few excuses.

Seeing this, Wang Teng did not intend to waste any more words. A terrifyingly powerful aura suddenly erupted from within him and pressed down upon Sun Yuanju's head.

Boom!

Sun Yuanju's face changed drastically.