Lu Jiuyang directed his gaze toward a stunningly beautiful woman, who was a Great Heavenly God, about to enter the ranks of the Divine King, and also Lu Jiuyang's wife.
Feeling Lu Jiuyang's gaze, Wang Yuan understood his meaning.
She rushed to Wang Chong's side, knelt before him, and shouted, "Ancestor, please don't let Jiuyang go to his death. Yuan-er doesn't want to lose her husband and become a widow."
Wang Chong's face looked unpleasant. If he had a solution, how could he possibly let Lu Jiuyang go to his death?
Even if he didn't like Lu Jiuyang, the latter was ultimately a Divine King with the potential to rise in the future, possibly entering God King Peak.
But now, he had no other options.
"Don't say anymore, this is his own sin, it needs him to repay it himself," Wang Chong said coldly.
Wang Yuan still wanted to speak, but Wang Chong glared at her, causing Wang Yuan to immediately shut up.
Her expression held some despair; she did not dare to say anything further.
