The Saint of Red Flames struck Qin Guanhai with a backhand slap that sent him spinning in place. Then, grabbing the heavy chain, he dragged Qin Guanhai into the thick white mist as if he were hauling a dead dog.
"Who stands in the court?"
A cold, detached voice rang in Qin Guanhai's ears before he could even speak. Suddenly, a red-headed wooden tally dropped right in front of him. Qin Guanhai was so terrified his soul nearly left his body.
Chapter 957