"No, no, no. When did I ever say I was going to kill you?"
A hint of amusement lingered on Qing Huan's face as his gaze fell upon East Prince. His fingertips tightened slightly, and the pressure of the Seven-Colored Divine Light suddenly intensified.
"Since you set your sights on my islands, you must naturally bear the corresponding Karma. Wouldn't you agree, Fellow Daoist East Prince?"
Crack, crack, crack—
A crisp shattering sound rang out as the defensive barrier before East Prince splintered apart. The divine light instantly entered his body.
"Argh—!"
A miserable scream tore through the sky. East Prince clutched his chest and staggered back repeatedly. His wound was a bloody mess, wreathed in black qi, and it continued to fester. No matter what spells he used, it would not heal. Waves of agonizing pain crashed over him, nearly causing him to pass out.
"This time, consider it a lesson."
Qing Huan withdrew the divine light. A cluster of Innate Six Ding Divine Fire rose from his right palm, its flames dancing in his hand and radiating a terrifying aura capable of scorching the primordial spirit.
"If you dare come to my Dao Field to cause trouble again, or harm even a hair on my disciples' heads..."
Qing Huan paused, the chill in his eyes deepening.
"I may not kill you, but I can suppress you beneath the Eastern Sea and let you experience the taste of the Six Ding Divine Fire burning your primordial spirit day and night. Believe it or not, you are welcome to try."
East Prince staggered to his feet, all color drained from his face. Deep within his eyes lay a trace of poorly concealed resentment.
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, his voice trembled from the pain.
"Thank you,