Seeing this, Liu Qianling's smile became even more complacent.
The grim smile on his ghostly face stretched from the corners of his mouth to the cheeks below his eyes.
"One Yin Luo Pill, and you're no longer human!" Liu Qianling suddenly thrust out a giant cyan Ghost Hand and grabbed Ye Chen, lifting him and smashing him violently towards the barrier where the Deadman Peak disciples congregated, "Back then, you burnt the bridge after crossing it, stealing the fortune that belonged to me. Today… you will repay a hundredfold!"
Boom—
Ye Chen was slammed against the barrier, and the Thousand-Pound Tyrant Axe dropped from his hand. But before Ye Chen could steady himself, Liu Qianling's Ghost Hand pressed down on him again, crushing him against the barrier.
"Why don't you use the Seven Divine Seals!"
"Use them!"
"Afraid of death?"
Liu Qianling taunted with a menacing grin.
Suddenly.
