The scene suddenly became exciting.
Everyone cowered and dared not step forward, making Leng Qi's mouth twitch up in the sky.
Had these people gone mad? If Cheng Ji suppressed them now, how were they supposed to play this out afterward? From then on, would they not be left with no choice but to crawl forward on their knees?
Inside private room 209.
Watching Cheng Ji overpower the entire venue by himself, Xin Gugu and the others fell silent.
Cheng Ji's bearing was simply too overwhelming.
Not only had the massive commotion Xu Xiaoshou predicted failed to appear, the scene had instead become a true one-man show.
One word from Holy Spirit Hall.
Whoever dared resist would have a shit bucket dumped over their head, leaving them unable to clear their names even if they jumped into the Yellow River.
"Too ruthless!"
Xin Gugu had followed Xu Xiaoshou for so long—how could he not know that these great factions feared not being crushed by strength, but false accusations and setups? He had seen Xu Xiaoshou use methods like heaping high hats on people and dumping shit buckets over their heads, so he naturally understood their danger.
At that moment, he could not help but worry.
Could everyone here really be such cowards, to be suppressed just like that?
And where exactly had Xu Xiaoshou gone? Why had that guy not come out yet? When this fellow did not come out to stir up trouble, it felt as though no one could break this deadlock...
Yet there were, after all, many capable people at the scene.
Even though Cheng Ji had dumped a shit bucket over them and most people did not dare move.
There were still some who had roamed the martial world for many years, possessed great seniority, and