A Seat of Mine, and No One Will Hurt You

When the palm print from the depths of the starry sky came pressing down, the entire world seemed to lose its color, and everyone was frozen in place.

"Someone from the Upper Realm?"

He Wudi was startled.

Though his body could not move, his mind remained clear. He could sense that the descending palm print carried the inviolable might of the Upper Realm.

He Wudi was filled with confusion. "How did this guy anger the people above so badly that they would tear open space just to wipe him out?"

Could it be that, like himself, Ye Xingchen had escaped down here to seek refuge?

Alas.

Once discovered, there was no saving him.

He Wudi felt helpless.

If he still possessed his former Cultivation, even if he had recovered merely a tenth of it, he could easily shatter this power. But now, he could not even move and could only watch helplessly as his fellow sect member was suppressed.

That said, the palm print covered more than half the Sparring Platform. Why was he not worried about being caught in it?

Because although this power from the Upper Realm seemed immensely vast, it had in fact only locked onto Ye Xingchen alone and would not bring disaster upon innocent fish in the pond.

"Ao Wushuang is rather pitiful too."

He Wudi secretly thought, "Being trampled beneath Ye Xingchen's foot, he will inevitably be dragged into this."

No!

Just then, a surge of power suddenly erupted from the Spectator Platform and charged over at top speed.

He Wudi could still use the tiniest trace of Spiritual Sense beneath the immense restraint. In an instant, he caught sight of the Sect Master standing before Ye Xingchen, an immensely powerful aura erupting around him as his entire body was covered in steel-like Battle