The dust and smoke dispersed.
Qing Li was filthy and disheveled.
His long purple robes were torn, the golden crown atop his head cracked, and his long hair hung loose in disarray.
A large section of his jade-hard face had caved in. Whether from fury or pain, his body was trembling.
"Humiliating me?"
His eyes fixed on Su Yi, filled with contempt. "Childish."
His neck was still clutched in Su Yi's hand, leaving him as miserable as a chick being held up by the neck.
Yet his expression did not conceal his mockery in the slightest.
Bang!
Bang!!
Bang!!!
Without saying a word, Su Yi swung Qing Li around like a pile driver, smashing him into the ground again and again.
Each impact shook heaven and earth, the dull booms reverberating in every direction.
In only a few blinks, countless cracks had appeared across Qing Li's body. Like a ragged scrap of cloth, he was utterly mangled.
Seeing that Su Yi showed no sign of stopping, Qing Li finally could not hold back any longer. He roared, "Enough!! Are you done or not?!"
Su Yi ignored him.
He was not doing this to humiliate Qing Li.
He simply had yet to vent the fury and hatred in his heart.
Very soon, as Su Yi smashed Qing Li down time after time, the ground sank who knew how many fathoms.
A deep pit became an abyss.
"Hahaha! How laughable! Venting your rage on a mere body of my willpower—how utterly incompetent!"
Qing Li laughed loudly.
His entire body was blurred and incomplete, his face smashed into pulp. It was a horrifying sight.
"What is pitiful is that this is all you can do."
Qing Li sighed. "After all, all you can do now is stir up wind and waves in a