To Wansheng Jian, a genius like the Sheng Tian Heaven Daoist was rare. It wasn't easy for the Holy Heaven Sect to cultivate such a talent, and he didn't want to see the sect's genius turned into a cripple.
The Sheng Tian Heaven Daoist gritted his teeth, his muscles bulging as he tried to resist Li Qiye's suppression. But no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't withstand it.
"You couldn't block my suppression even before you were injured, let alone now!" Li Qiye said with a calm smile. "Unless you had a Sacred Body or were an Ancient Saint, you might have had a chance. Right now, you either apologize, or you let me destroy your Life Palace."
BANG! Li Qiye's large hand was already pressing down on the Sheng Tian Heaven Daoist's Life Palace. Under the suppression of his single hand, the Life Palace began to creak, threatening to shatter at any moment.
