No matter how despairing the Saint Venerable of Punishment was, he had no way to struggle.
It was as if he had been welded to the tabletop, weak and helpless.
Zhou Qiao did not notice that a person had appeared on the table, because the Saint Venerable of Punishment was simply too small, and he was also blocked by Gu An's bowl.
Only the Great Profound Yin Sovereign saw it, and precisely because of that, he found it absurd.
A dignified Saint had died in such a wretched way, without anyone even knowing.
Just how vast was the gap in cultivation between the Saint Venerable of Punishment and Gu An?
Zhou Qiao continued chatting about his past, but the Great Profound Yin Sovereign no longer had any interest in listening.
He looked at the Saint Venerable of Punishment on the table, hanging by a thread, and thought of the scenes when they had met before.
Back then, the Saint Venerable of Punishment had been so forceful, so high-spirited, that he had not even placed other Saints in his eyes.
It was hard for him to regard the Saint Venerable of Punishment from then and the Saint Venerable of Punishment lying on the table now as the same person.
The Saint Venerable of Punishment on the table seemed to recognize the Great Profound Yin Sovereign. His gaze was fixed tightly on him, and there seemed to be a plea in his eyes. The Great Profound Yin Sovereign had clearly detested him before, yet now a feeling of pity actually arose in his heart.
Beyond that, there was also the feeling of the fox grieving when the hare died.
His own Dao attainment was not even equal to the Saint Venerable of Punishment's. If Gu An wanted to kill him, he would