Wu Heng sat limply on the chair, his body shaking uncontrollably. The shock in his heart far exceeded the fear.

All the elders of the Elders Council were in a state of freeze.

The two great pharmacists at Zhongtian Tong, as well as Bai Ying and Jun Wuyan, two well-known geniuses, were stunned and speechless at this moment. Their lips were melting and they were speechless. Breathing seemed to have stopped, and only the inhaled breath was left.

, and no more breath came out.

Is this a monster? Or a demon? Or a pervert?

The whole place was shocked, and when you think about the even more terrifying master Wu Lun behind Ling Tianyu, it can no longer be described as shocked. I am afraid that the entire Tianxiang Pavilion cannot bear this level of strength.

Even Long Wuhen has to weigh it carefully now.

"Respected Master!" Ling Tianyu held up his hands and stood next to Wu Lun respectfully.

"Yes!" Wu Lun looked indifferent, staring straight at Wu Heng who was slumped on a chair on the high platform like mud, and said in a deep voice: "Wu Heng! I'll say it again! Do you dare to confront me!"

Wu Heng's face trembled, anger rushed to his forehead, and he said sternly: "The charge of patricide! The facts are the facts! What's the point of confrontation? How could you not let a dead man speak!"

After a pause, Wu Heng accused him sanctimoniously: "Even if you have great strength now! But you can't get rid of your crime! Could it be that you still want to rely on your own ability to force us, Tianxiang Pavilion! The fact that denies your crime

What! Even if I, Wu Heng, die! I will never deny your accusation!"

"Second brother..."

A hoarse voice echoed suddenly.

The sound was not quiet, but like thunder.

"Forehead···"
Chapter completed!