"Buzz!"
A violent pain struck Old Beggar's mind, making him let out a miserable howl as his eyes widened.
He felt an immense spiritual force entering his mind.
That immense spiritual force was like a sharp sword, stabbing straight into his sea of consciousness, intent on destroying his soul.
He wanted to resist, but Li Changsheng's spiritual force was simply too powerful, suppressing him until he could barely breathe.
Old Beggar's mind was a complete mess. He could not remember anything at all and had even forgotten what Li Changsheng was saying.
After an unknown amount of time, Li Changsheng withdrew his spiritual force.
Old Beggar finally regained consciousness.
He found himself lying on the ground while Li Changsheng stood beside him, looking down at him. He knew that he had lost—lost utterly and miserably.
He wanted to climb to his feet, but his legs were so weak that he had no strength whatsoever.
When he tried to stand, he discovered that every bone in his body had been shattered, and even his internal organs had ruptured.
This made him feel even more sorrowful and hopeless.
"All right, you can go now."
Seeing Old Beggar's wretched state, Li Changsheng shook his head and spoke.
He had not killed Old Beggar because he wanted to leave him a way out. After all, with his current strength, he could already crush ordinary Saint-level experts.
Moreover, he was doing this for Li Yunxiao and Zhang Qianqian's sake. Otherwise, he would have killed Old Beggar long ago. Why would he let him continue acting so arrogantly?
"You're letting me go?"
Old Beggar froze, then looked at Li Changsheng suspiciously.
"Yes, I'm letting you go. I hope you won't provoke me again in the future. I still have important matters to handle and don't have