"Second Son!"
When Chen Cuo's Mother saw him walk in, she was dazed at first. Then joy flashed across her face, only to give way to alarm. "Don't come closer! There's something strange about this man!"
"Too late!" Gao Jujing laughed. As he watched Chen Cuo approach, wariness rose in his heart. "You must be Chen Tanlang's second son, that county marquis... Chen Fangqing!"
Just now, he had condensed his Qi and Blood into an imposing aura, a trick derived from a Martial Divine Ability. By boiling his Qi and Blood and stirring his Fist Intent, he had imitated a cultivator's thoughts and Divine Sense to suppress another's thoughts, even shatter their will!
It was not an attack of Qi and Blood, but it was no easy thing to drive away, much less so effortlessly.
There was something strange about this second son of the Prince's Residence...
A little cultivation? A treasure on him? An expert hidden behind him?
But while Gao Jujing spoke and wondered, his hands did not stop. He twisted, his Qi and Blood swelling throughout his body, and grabbed at Chen Cuo!
"Forget it. Whoever you are, if you dare make a move, I'll subdue you first and talk later! Those are the rules of my great Qi!"
The sounds of soldiers charging and metal weapons clashing rose at once. As he reached out, it was as though a thousand troops and ten thousand horses were thundering forward. The whole Hall shook!
That violent aura engulfed Chen Cuo!
The floor tiles beneath Chen Cuo's feet trembled. Scratches appeared out of thin air, as though blades had slashed across them!
Killing intent filled the air. Had anyone else taken this blow, they would have lost half their life even if they survived, and kept the sickbed company