Jia Xianzu, Kong Bai, and Nu Liexi stood in the center of a large room with ten thrones surrounding the area, with several people seated. However, the throne in the center was empty, but its dragon shape and golden color indicated that it belonged to the Golden Dragon Emperor, Long Wuzhao.
Nu Liexi forced Xing Haoran, who was shaking violently, to kneel on the floor. 'Shit! I never thought that my fate would end like this.'
Jia Xianzu reported to the nine people sitting on the thrones about Xing Haoran's mistakes, making them whisper to each other while looking at the old man.
One of the nine people, who was a woman, suddenly raised her hand. She shot something at Xing Haoran, which caused his body to quickly dry up before disappearing into the dust. "Do you still have anything else to discuss with us, Old Jia?"
