Wuzhiqi Stops Pretending! Tongtian's Incompetence!

The atmosphere was deathly silent, oppressive and suffocating.

Ancestor Kunpeng and White Tiger left the Heavenly Prison looking refreshed, while Tongtian's howls and roars were the only sounds that shook the entire prison. The prisoners did not dare make a sound and could only stare fixedly at Tongtian.

The master of the Sect of Interception, a Heavenly Dao Sage, had fallen so low as to become their companion in the Heavenly Prison. Even after hearing Ancestor Kunpeng and White Tiger explain the full story, they still could not digest the information.

Boom!

Thunder rumbled, and violet light flickered.

A bolt of Purple Firmament Divine Lightning descended from the void and struck Tongtian directly on the crown of his head. Blood immediately poured down his face, his long hair turned to charred ash, and even his Daoist Robe was left tattered.

Having lost his Sage Dao Fruit and with his cultivation sealed, Tongtian was no different from an ordinary mortal. Aside from not dying immediately, he could bleed and feel pain.

"They're actually doing it?"

A cry of alarm echoed through the Heavenly Prison.

Seeing Tongtian battered and bleeding, the prisoners were stunned.

"Master, are you all right?"

The flesh on Wuzhiqi's face trembled as he hurriedly moved to Tongtian's side.

If he had not endured nearly a century of punishments in this cell and developed speed beyond that of ordinary people, that Purple Firmament Divine Lightning would certainly have caught him as well.

He had evaded it this time, but he might not be so fortunate next time.

Deep in Wuzhiqi's eyes, a trace of savagery flickered, but he concealed it perfectly, and Tongtian failed to notice.

"I'm fine!"

With Wuzhiqi supporting him, Tongtian sat cross-legged in the cell. Beneath him was freezing cold jade, and he felt as though