The Dao Venerable's Terror

"Young Master..."

At this moment, She Chi was getting a splitting headache from Long Fusheng, who kept spouting outrageous nonsense.

The head of the Household was wise and mighty. How had he ended up giving birth to such a thing?

Long Fusheng, meanwhile, gave She Chi a reassuring look. "Keep going. I want to see who dares stop me!"

Li Zhōujūn was speechless.

He had no idea where this fellow had found the courage to act so arrogantly.

With that thought, Li Zhōujūn could not be bothered to waste any more words. He picked up a stone beside the small courtyard and flicked it with one finger. In an instant, the stone transformed into a mountain that blotted out the sky and covered the earth. Accompanied by an unrivaled Dao Venerable aura, it came crashing down upon Long Fusheng.

"A Dao Venerable aura!"

"There really is a Dao Venerable hidden away here!"

The three people from the Xiao Jian Sect—Liu Chengyang, Lu Jipeng, and Sun Jingyuan—all widened their eyes in disbelief.

She Chi's face also went pale. She cast a somewhat resentful look at Long Fusheng.

By now, Long Fusheng had already been scared witless where he stood. The mountain evolved from that stone grew larger and larger in his pupils, drawing closer and closer.

Boom!

As the earth shook and the mountains swayed, Long Fusheng was directly crushed beneath the enormous stone mountain, unable to move.

"Junior, this Emperor sentences you to five hundred years of suppression here. Do you have any objections?" Li Zhōujūn's ethereal voice drifted into Long Fusheng's ears.

Long Fusheng was already scared witless.

He had never expected that the other party would truly be a Dao Venerable cultivator!

"Young Master, hurry and thank Senior for sparing your life!" She Chi hurriedly reminded Long Fusheng,