"Yellow-haired kid, you are clueless!" Xiang Qingfeng couldn't help but laugh, "You want me to kneel? No one in this world could make me kneel—"
He did not finish his words because at that moment, he felt an overwhelming force press down on him, making him unable to resist.
With a "bang," Xiang Qingfeng's knees really hit the ground.
Seeing this scene, the Elders of the Xiang Family were dumbfounded like wooden chickens.
"Yellow-haired kid!" Xiang Qingfeng was also incredulous, he struggled hard, but found that his meridians and inner strength were actually locked, "What kind of sorcery did you use!"
"Xiang Qingfeng, fourth-generation descendant of Xiang Tianyu." Ye Wanlan's voice was calm, "In his early years, he killed his wife to prove his path but did not succeed, and the inner demon gradually grew."
Xiang Qingfeng's pupils suddenly constricted, veins pulsing on his neck, he roared angrily: "Shut up, you yellow-haired kid, how dare you spread such nonsense!"
