Destroying the Seventh Fruit

"You've lost the temple authority of your continent. What do you have left to contend with me, this poor Daoist?"

Li Qingyun sneered, stepped forward once more, and pointed a finger.

Crash! Limò's jade body—its four massive arms—snapped apart, then shattered into dust.

"You caused the deaths of three to four million licefolk in Central Earth. Their resentment surged like a raging tide, and the backlash bore down like a storm. What makes you think you can still face me head-on?"

Li Qingyun stepped forward again, about to point once more.

"What a sharp-tongued Daoist thief! Central Earth suffered grievous casualties, and the ancient clans and noble houses were disgraced—all because of you, you thief, wantonly launching attacks upon Central Earth..." Limò roared furiously in rebuttal, rage and terror twisting together.

"Your heart is narrow, and you persecuted the Eastern Wasteland without restraint. Even now, you possess not the slightest remorse!"

Li Qingyun sneered, speaking as he pleased as his finger descended.

"Ah..." Limò screamed. The six venomous, stinger-tipped tails on his jade body snapped apart one after another, foul blood spraying everywhere.

Though this jade body was extraordinarily formidable, and Limò could rely on it to wield effects akin to his root body, before Li Qingyun's true body descended, the suppression of cultivation instead turned the jade body into a cage.

Even if Saint Venerable Limò now wished to separate himself from the jade body and let his lighter, more agile Primordial Spirit escape, he could no longer do so.

For Li Qingyun's terrifying Fruit Position power had already squeezed and cinched his jade body tight, binding even his Primordial Spirit along with it.

The jade body had made him, and the jade body would destroy him.

Now, this jade body had become Limò's burden in fleeing for his