As soon as he finished speaking.
That hand, its knuckles clearly defined, suddenly exerted force!
Crack!
"Argh—!!!"
Su Fengzhi's wrist was crushed on the spot, bone splinters piercing through the skin as he let out a miserable scream.
But it was not over yet. That hand abruptly twisted, wrenching Su Fengzhi's arm into an extremely unnatural angle!
Overwhelmed by agony, Su Fengzhi dropped to one knee.
The next instant, a crimson-gold figure stepped out of the spatial rift, his icy gaze fixed on Su Fengzhi.
"Jiang... Jiang Bei?!"
Wei Qing and Shen Anjie's eyes widened sharply at the sight.
They truly could not understand why Jiang Bei had appeared here.
But what baffled them even more was this.
Su Fengzhi was a Martial Saint—a genuine Saint-level powerhouse—yet Jiang Bei had forced him to one knee so easily?
What kind of joke was this?
"Jiang... Jiang Bei! Let go of me! This Saint will spare your life!!!"
Su Fengzhi raised his head, his eyes bloodshot as he roared.
He had never imagined that Jiang Bei, whom he had been searching for all this time, would appear just like that—and catch him completely off guard!
"Spare my life? I don't think you understand the situation."
Jiang Bei smiled faintly, then raised his foot and viciously stomped down on Su Fengzhi's chest.
"Pwah!!"
Su Fengzhi spat out a mouthful of blood, his chest caving in beneath the stomp.
His back was pressed tightly against the ground, leaving him in an utterly pathetic state!
"How dare you!!"
More than the pain, what Su Fengzhi could not accept was this unprecedented humiliation!
Before everyone's eyes, he, a dignified Martial Saint of Great Qian, had been beaten into such a state by a brat like Jiang Bei!
With a furious roar, the Spiritual Energy within him