Liu Chengye's pupils abruptly shrank to pinpoints as he stared fixedly at Qin He, his eyes filled with disbelief.
The man before him was clearly still emitting the aura of the Late Other Shore Realm, only one minor stage below his own, yet that pressure of laws just now had nearly frozen the blood throughout his body.
That was not the domineering might an Other Shore Realm cultivator should possess. It was the crushing command over laws belonging to a Saint Tier king, capable of grinding all things beneath it.
Liu Chengye's residence had never been merely a place to live.
Ever since he had established himself in the Divine Court, he had branded his own Earth Law beneath every inch of brick and tile, laying down layer upon layer of restrictions, each one linked to his soul.
Here, the power of his laws could surge severalfold. His home-field advantage was enough to bridge two minor stages.
Even if a half-step Saint broke in, he was confident he could contend with them for a while, perhaps even fight to mutual destruction.
Yet just now, Qin He had merely raised a hand, and a Gold-Black Law interwoven with gold and black had enveloped the entire courtyard.
The restrictions Liu Chengye had set up shattered like paper mache, without even stirring a single ripple.
The Origin Power within his body was locked down completely, while his soul felt as though an invisible hand had clenched around it. He could not even summon the thought of resisting.
In a single exchange, he had suffered a crushing defeat.
"Lord Lin... Lord Lin! Spare me!" Liu Chengye finally forced out the words, his tone brimming with humble pleading. Not a trace remained of his usual arrogance and tyranny.
"I truly do not know how I