Wuzhiqi's Death! Ancestor Kunpeng's Humiliation!

The atmosphere fell silent, making one's hair stand on end.

Ling Xiao rode Auspicious Clouds and drifted away from the Heavenly Prison, leaving the terrified Wuzhiqi alone to face Tongtian. Trembling uncontrollably, he curled up in the corner of the cell, clutching his shattered chest.

"Master, spare my life!"

With death at hand, Wuzhiqi was still begging for mercy.

He hastily kowtowed to Tongtian, his head smashing against the cold jade floor. Blood quickly dripped from his forehead, yet Wuzhiqi numbly repeated the motion. The loud impacts echoed through the Heavenly Prison.

"For the sake of survival, Wuzhiqi truly does not care about his life!"

"He can bend and stretch. Admirable!"

The Bull Demon King sucked in a breath and feigned astonishment.

He could bend and stretch!

Hearing those words, Tongtian's Dao Heart stirred. He recalled what he had just done—had he not been yielding to Ling Xiao?

From the Bull Demon King's tone, it seemed he was making a veiled jab at him?

Tongtian frowned, but quickly regained his composure. A thought rose in his heart: since when had he begun caring about the opinions and judgments of these ants?

"Wuzhiqi, do you know your crime?"

Tongtian gripped the Fallen Saint Sword and looked down at Wuzhiqi.

His origin had been grievously wounded by the Primordial Creation Seal, then he had nearly perished under Grand Pure Laozi's assault, and finally suffered torment at Ling Xiao's hands. He would never forget those agonizing memories.

But what had truly shattered his will and driven him to the brink of despair was Wuzhiqi's betrayal—the powerless feeling of being trampled beneath his feet and humiliated at will.

Even if Tongtian died, he never wanted to experience such darkness again!

"This disciple knows his mistake. I beg Master to forgive my sins. I am