Facing this aggressive barrage of words, Lin Zichen simply said indifferently, "Will is not honed the way you do it, your methods will only drive people into the arms of the Heretical Sect."
"Heh, quite stubborn, aren't you?"
Zhou Xuehong sneered coldly.
As soon as his voice fell.
The next second, there was a loud "bang."
The Zhou Xuehong who stood there a moment ago now found himself heavily slamming into the ground, his face pressed tight against the soil, unable to move.
An unexpected biological pressure descended from above, pinning him firmly to the ground, so much so that he could hardly breathe, his face turning red.
"With strength like yours, where do you get the confidence to jump around in front of me?"
Lin Zichen looked down condescendingly at Zhou Xuehong on the ground and said to him emotionlessly.
Vice President Tan Wanyi was not far off.