"Junior..."
The old man's voice was hoarse and dry, like two bones grinding together.
"Do you still remember Blood Saber Village outside Wuyun City?"
Gu Sheng's pupils shrank slightly.
"You're the one behind Blood Saber Village?"
"Correct."
The old man slowly raised his withered hand, like a chicken claw.
"I laid my arrangements there for a thousand years, only for you to ruin them in a single day. Today, it's time to settle this debt."
As he moved, nature's spiritual energy frantically converged, forming a transparent cage dozens of zhang in diameter that locked Gu Sheng firmly inside.
The Martial Artists watching from afar were horrified to find the True Qi in their bodies turning sluggish; a few with weaker cultivation even dropped to their knees outright, blood flowing from their seven orifices.
"Domain suppression... so this is the power of the Venerable Realm?"
An old man with a white beard spoke in a trembling voice, his eyes full of fear.
