"For a long time, no one dared to call me, Sui Huang, that!" Sui Huang remarked emotionlessly. After which, five palms made of flames grabbed their necks tightly.
"What?"
The skinny middle-aged man and the several old men behind him were instantly petrified.
The palms made of flames appeared on their necks suddenly. They did not have any time to react to it. To their horror, they realized they couldn't break free from the palms.
However, what really frightened them the most was what the old man had just said.
Sui Huang… Sui Huang… He said his name was Sui Huang!
All large Families and Sects would know what this name represented.
That name belonged to one of the most horrifying old men in Shang Jing.
"Sui Huang, how did… I… We…"
"Spare me your nonsense!"
Coldness gleamed in Sui Huang's eyes. When he moved his arm, the palms made of flames moved.
Crack crack!