Such a scene should have been very funny, but no one could laugh. They only felt strange and their hearts palpitated, afraid that Ling mofeng's slap would accidentally land on their faces.
LAN Xinyu and Meng Zheng's expressions were both excited and enlightened. No wonder Ling Chuxi was so violent. It turned out that it was also hereditary.
Finally, Ling mofeng stopped. Wu yude's old face was already beyond recognition, and his legs went soft as he fell to the ground.
"Does anyone have any objections to the re-establishment of the patriarch?" Ling mofeng swept his gaze across the crowd and asked indifferently.
That old figure, that fluttering white hair, was so domineering. Yes, domineering, a domineering aura that made people not dare to look directly at him.
Of course, this kind of domineering aura was based on one's strength. What did it mean to be respected by strength? this was what it meant to be respected by strength.