"Oh, setting strength aside, someone with such bloodline pressure really is no different from the Dragon Emperor."
At some point, Elder Zhu Li had already retreated outside the room. Seeing Hei Qing kneeling helplessly on the ground, completely unable to resist, he nodded in sudden realization.
He had merely guessed before, but now it seemed their guess had been correct.
"This pressure is actually useful!"
Lin Feng said in delight as he looked at Hei Qing, who was helplessly kneeling before him.
He had never enjoyed such an advantage before.
Only now did he realize just how much suppression the bloodline pressure of a superior could exert upon those with weaker bloodlines!
"Lin Feng, you're noble, you're amazing, and you're happy now. But have you ever considered how much psychological trauma this will cause someone like me, who's thousands of years old?"
Hei Qing said with a dejected expression as he looked at Lin Feng's delighted face.
"Hehe, my mistake, my mistake. I forgot Uncle Hei was still kneeling."
Seeing the former's helpless expression, Lin Feng quickly withdrew that pressure according to the method he had learned.
When Hei Qing felt the suppression over his body vanish, he swiftly stood up.
He turned to Elder Zhu Li, who stood unharmed at the doorway, and said indignantly, "Old man, if you were going to run, you could've called me along! You left me here to suffer alone!"
Now that he had come to his senses, how could he not realize that the old fellow had set him up earlier?
As for Elder Zhu Li, upon seeing the former accuse him, he grinned and spread his hands. "This old man merely wanted to see whether the bloodline power within little friend Lin Feng was truly effective. No matter what, your suffering wasn't