บท 958: Saint King's Pressure!

"Brat—" A thunderous roar came from the Sky room, as if a muffled thunder had suddenly exploded in the dark night. There were not many guests in the inn, but almost everyone was shocked by this commotion, except… Yu Wan and the others.

The few of them looked coldly in the direction of the Sky room without even lifting their eyelids.

It was not that the customers in the Sky Room were not powerful enough, but after seeing the battle between the Rakshasa King and the patriarch, this deterrence was not enough to arouse their fear.

He originally thought that his angry roar could scare the group of girls and boys below who had never seen the world until they trembled. Who knew that… no one gave him face?

The cloaked man could not help but feel that he had been greatly humiliated. "Go and kill them!"