"Harboring the Faceless Divine Son is a death sentence!" Xia Hanshi's expression had changed, becoming cold and murderous. His gaunt figure advanced like a stalking, sickly tiger.
"What 'harboring the Faceless Divine Son'? I see right through your little scheme," Lu Kai said coldly.
"Is this how Ying Feng operates? Saint Envoy Wu is on the front lines, fighting and dying for you, yet you're here preparing to persecute us."
Lei Tieyan stood to the side, his eyes flickering.
"Whether Wu Chenpei can clear his name is another matter entirely," Xia Hanshi's tone was icy. "Stop making a scene. If you don't surrender quietly, don't blame me for being ruthless."
'Old Xia is so brazenly self-righteous,' Su Chen thought, watching him. 'I could learn a thing or two.'
"You..." Lu Kai ground his teeth. His voice, like a great bell, suddenly boomed, the sound rolling outward. "Shi Yunzhou, where are you!"
"Well now, what's all the hostility about?"
