Beiting Huang almost laughed out loud. In the sky, the five deacons' expressions were too strange. They were as stiff as a piece of paper and were so shocked that they couldn't move.
Those who called others trash eventually became trash in the eyes of others.
Was there anything more hilarious than this?
She really did not expect the Night King to have such a sharp tongue.
Qiong Qi and the other three couldn't hold back their laughter. In the end, they couldn't help but burst into laughter. Beiting Huang turned around and saw that the four of them had their heads lowered. Their faces couldn't be seen, but their shoulders were shaking. It was obvious that they were having a hard time holding it in.
"Night King, please be careful with your words!" The leading deacon's face darkened. The Divine Hall of Judgment had always been worshiped by everyone on this continent and had never suffered such humiliation.
