Wang Lin's right hand came down. With his vast cultivation, he condensed his divine sense into a flood and blasted it directly into the old man's crown, turning into a soundless roar that swept through the old man's divine sense, flesh, blood, and bones.
Popping sounds immediately came from the old man's body. His expression twisted as though he were enduring unimaginable pain. Blood flowed from his seven orifices, and his body trembled violently beneath the Body Immobilization Technique.
In only a moment, the body immobilization technique on the old man weakened somewhat amid the intense pain, causing his suffering to turn into shrill, miserable screams.
He wanted to break free from Wang Lin's control, but no matter how he struggled, Wang Lin's right hand was as unyielding as a mountain, clamped tightly around the old man's crown. He had no chance at all to escape.
The old man's miserable howls drenched his entire body in sweat. Despair filled his eyes, and his face turned deathly pale.
"You have committed the Sin of Slaughtering Immortals. You will die a terrible death! I am a Soldier Immortal under Lord Immortal Venerate, and I possess the Immortal Bloodline. If you kill me today, calamity will surely come for you one day!"
"You sure talk a lot." Wang Lin remained calm as his right hand tightened viciously. His divine sense surged into the old man's body once more, gathering in his sea of consciousness as it sought to obtain all his memories.
At the same time that Wang Lin's divine sense entered the skinny old man's memories, four enormous statues of the Three Ancient Qi Tian Clans stood at the center of the countless statues spread across the earth in the depths of the Ancient Immortal Domain.
The surroundings were silent, as though