On the ground, inside the crater blasted open by the shockwave, Ye Xishui—a mighty Limit Douluo—was being brutally suppressed by Chen Junting's mental pressure. Under the radiation of his terrifying Soul Power, she could only kneel there in utter dejection.
Several wounds deep enough to expose bone stretched across Ye Xishui's body, while dark-red beads of blood spread into the earth at the bottom of the crater.
With everyone from the Dou Ling Empire, along with Yan Shaozhe, watching, Chen Junting simply stood there. His invisible yet terrifying pressure, powerful enough to crush mountains, weighed heavily over every inch of the pavilion. The air had solidified like lead, making it difficult for anyone to breathe. His eyes were clearly visible, calm to the point of indifference, like a deep, frozen pool reflecting Ye Xishui's miserable state as she was held by the throat.
For a moment, "Hrk, hrk, hrk—"
Like an ordinary person, Ye Xishui's breathing became rapid and disordered. Every breath came with the rasp of a broken bellows, as though it might cease completely the next second. Her eyes were dull and lifeless, though the venomous hatred within them remained clear.
Chen Junting paid none of this any mind.
A strand of mental power had already condensed at the tip of his index finger, transforming into Sword Qi capable of piercing the soul. It pointed precisely at Ye Xishui's faintly trembling brow. At the same time, his other hand changed position, moving from her neck to cover her cheek.
"Let me see what your purpose is."
His voice was not loud, but every word struck the deathly silent air like a hammer.
At that moment, Chen Junting's God Rank mental power locked onto Ye Xishui's Sea of Spirit.
He knew very well that during those years when Ye