C57 He Won't Protect You

He stared at the offending chair, still stained with Zaozao's blood, an eyesore to behold. With a slight lift of his large hand, the chair instantly crumbled into a small pile of dust before everyone's eyes.

He exuded an intimidating aura, like a devil from the depths of hell, and coldly smirked at the crowd. "Did you understand?"

Everyone shivered, not wanting to cross Yeming