Everything happened too fast. In just a few breaths, before Li Huowang could even get close to Zuoqiu Yong, his body had already entered the brink of death.
He looked utterly miserable, little different from a skeleton of flesh and blood.
"G-growth! The Heavenly Dao he governs is Growth!" Li Huowang stared fixedly at Zuoqiu Yong with his lone eye.
"My... my body is fine! There's nothing wrong with my body at all!!" Li Huowang desperately thought, trying to use the Cultivation Method to restore his body. Even if he could only hold on for a little while, that would do.
Li Huowang's dying body became somewhat normal again, but as Zuoqiu Yong seemed afraid he would take away that cultivated truth, his flesh rapidly regressed once more.
The gap between them was simply too vast. The other man was far too powerful. Zuoqiu Yong was different from the other sects and schools—he did not borrow a portion of the Heavenly Dao's power. He directly governed an entire Heavenly Dao. This man was practically a Siming of the Mortal Realm!
Even when facing the Simings of the Dharma Teachings in the past, Li Huowang had never felt despair. But this time, he truly felt utterly helpless. He could neither run nor win a fight. There was no point from which he could turn the tables.
Zuoqiu Yong did not intend to act in haste either. He simply watched Li Huowang struggle with great interest.
"Li Huowang, you've caused us quite a bit of trouble in the past. We didn't deal with you before only because we couldn't be bothered, but that doesn't mean you can keep hopping around forever."
"Senior Brother Li! How are you? Are you all right?" Seeing Li Huowang in trouble, Bai Lingmiao immediately broke away from