Alchemy Sovereign Against the Heaven

"How dare you?!"

Staring at the sharp spear, resting against his father’s throat and drawing blood, Mo Wangchen clenched his fist tightly and shouted in a deep voice.

"I’ll count to three. If you don’t kneel, see if I dare or not!" Yun Yi sneered coldly. The sharp spear moved slightly, twisting something in Mo Wangchen’s heart.

"You!"

"One!"

Yun Yi ignored Mo Wangchen’s reaction, looking over with icy eyes and began counting.

"Two!"

When he counted to two and saw that Mo Wangchen still hadn’t moved, Yun Yi squinted slightly, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"Stop!"

Just as Yun Yi was about to count to three, Mo Wangchen shouted loudly. He stepped forward with a cold face, taking a deep breath.