Chapter 581: Humiliation and Death?

"Kneel."

Emmett Lin's voice was cold, directed at Zhang Yulong. Zhang Yulong's lips twitched, and his face muscles trembled, but he still didn't move. As a powerful Nascent Soul cultivator, he was used to people bowing to him. Even defeated and with his life in someone else's hands, he couldn't swallow his pride.

"Trying to act tough, huh?" Emmett continued. "Fine, then I'll have to help you—make him like his son—break his legs!"

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