The long tongues of the black and white impermanence were licking back and forth on his face.
Fear caused his eyes to roll back, and he punched and kicked.
He wanted to make a sound, but his throat was tightly controlled, making it impossible.
In this scene, which happened so quickly, everyone saw Wei Shu with one hand gripping the throat of Imperial Censor Zhang, lifting him into the air.
Almost everyone recalled one thing.
Your Majesty is not just Your Majesty; he was once Kunlun's First Disciple.
His martial arts skills are profound and unfathomable.
Yet, in these years, he never personally took action, always appearing lazy, so everyone forgot he had this layer of identity.
At this moment, although he was dressed in the most magnificent and dazzling dragon robe, the brightest presence in the hall, everyone felt that there was a black vortex on him.
Approaching would lead to total engulfment.
However, if this continues, Imperial Censor Zhang will die.
