Thud!
Thud!
Everyone swept by Sword Slave's gaze trembled inwardly, their bodies going limp as they collapsed to the ground.
Steward Ge, Liu Fusheng, and his daughter were deathly pale, without a trace of color in their faces.
The sky really had fallen!
Who could have imagined that a young man at their mercy would turn out to be the supposedly dead Holy Son of the Purple Sky Holy Land?
There had to be some mistake!
But no matter how eloquently they spun their tale, it was useless!
The other party simply refused to believe them.
They were convinced he was their Holy Son.
What could they possibly do?
Tap, tap, tap...
At last, faint footsteps came from inside the Moon Gazing Pavilion.
Ning Que finally emerged. His gaze swept over everyone present, and he smiled. "I told you long ago that you'd be on your knees begging me."
He seemed determined to shock them with every word. The moment he spoke, Liu Fusheng and the others felt their hearts tremble again.
Everyone remembered now-Ning Que had indeed said those very words.
But they had all thought it impossible and treated it as a joke.
Now the people from the Purple Sky Holy Land had arrived, and every last one of them might well die here!
Liu Fusheng was the first to change his tune. He crawled up to Ning Que like a dog, apologizing abjectly. "Mister Ning, Holy Son Ning, we were wrong! You're not an Evil Cultivator! You're not an Evil Cultivator! We mistook you for someone else! Please be magnanimous and spare us..."
"Waaah..."
Liu Piaoying was so terrified that she broke down crying. Her body kept trembling, and she nearly fainted several times.
It was terrifying!
He was the Holy Son of the Purple Sky