Great Sage Dragon Peak, Sacred Dragon Divine Hall.
Blood mist filled the air, ghostly shadows loomed everywhere. The hall, the coiling-dragon pillars, the dragon throne—all of them had become gloomy and sinister, as though this place were the Yellow Springs of hell.
Within the divine hall, the three Dragon Emperors of the Torch Dragon Hall, along with Li Xiaoyan and Li Yaoshi, stood in a row.
Before them knelt Li Shenjian.
His face was pale, and his severe injuries had yet to heal.
His entire body trembled faintly, while his eyes had already lost their focus.
"Auntie, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Li Shenjian spoke while covering his throat with one hand. Too many mustard seeds in that area had been shattered, and even his spine had nearly been sliced through.
He had to support his own neck, or else his head would have lolled from side to side.
As he spoke miserably, a ghostly shadow drifted out from the blood mist before him.
Li Shenjian raised his head slightly.
When he saw Li Wushuang's current appearance, he could not help swallowing, his scalp going numb.
Too ugly.
Even blue-faced and fang-toothed could not begin to describe her.
She was not human at all, but a corpse that had rotted and stunk for years.
Li Shenjian could only lower his head.
Panic-stricken, he said, "Auntie, I never meant to disgrace the Order Celestial Clan. My strength is what it is, and there was nothing wrong with my performance. But I just can't understand it—where exactly is Li Tianming's limit? He may not even be in his twenties at all..."
Clink, clink, clink.
As Li Shenjian spoke, he suddenly heard those crisp sounds.
After finishing, he froze for a moment, then slowly raised his head. To his shock, Li Wushuang was gripping