Sikong Zhairiyue nodded hurriedly: "That's right, brother—no, Your Highness the Divine King, from now on, I will serve only you. You tell me to go east, I wouldn't dare go west."
Ye Chenfeng's eyes shot out a cold light, and he said in a deep voice: "Since Adolf has spoken, I'll spare your worthless life for now. Whether you live or die later depends on my mood."
"Divine King, from now on, climbing mountain of swords or plunging into a sea of flames, I will do without hesitation." Sikong Zhairiyue was so excited he almost knelt down.
"Pfft!"
But suddenly, Sikong Zhairiyue felt his arm go numb, and his whole body felt like it had plunged into an ice pit, instantly losing all sensation.
"This is..." Sikong Zhairiyue was dumbfounded.
