Inside the front hall, Deity Mufeng sat upright upon the high seat at the center, his posture as straight as an ancient pine, his expression as cold and stern as an iceberg frozen for ten thousand years. His eagle-like, piercing gaze cast down ruthlessly upon the male immortal who was tightly bound nearby and in a wretched state. That look carried a crushing pressure that seemed capable of piercing straight through the soul.
"Speak! Who on earth ordered you to do such a despicable thing?" Deity Mufeng's voice was icy and severe, every single word like a sharp icicle piercing straight into the male immortal's heart. His tone seemed capable of freezing the air itself.
The male immortal trembled violently all over, like a withered leaf in the autumn wind. Beads of fine sweat covered his forehead, glittering with fear in the dim light. He kept his head lowered, not daring to look into Deity Mufeng's eyes, which seemed capable of discerning everything, his heart filled with endless terror.
Chapter 146