Who was Lin Taichu? He was the Holy Son of Thousand Snow Immortal Pavilion, ranked among the top fifty on the Nine Domains Ranking. Asking him to kneel and apologize to a cultivator at the peak of the seventh level of the Yuan Emperor Realm was utterly laughable.
"What, are you unwilling?" Si Kongxuan raised a brow, and a cold gleam flashed through his eyes.
Lin Taichu did not answer Si Kongxuan. Instead, he slowly closed his eyes, as though he had fallen asleep.
This action instantly darkened Si Kongxuan's expression. This man actually dared to toy with him?
"I'll say it one last time. Apologize!" Si Kongxuan said in an even colder tone. His patience had reached its limit; this fellow was truly courting death.
"I'd like to hear why you think you can make me apologize to you." Lin Taichu's lips moved, and a clear, ethereal voice emerged from his mouth.
As soon as those words fell, Si Kongxuan's expression became thoroughly icy. Did this fellow really think that, as a Core Disciple of Thousand Snow Immortal Pavilion, he could do nothing to him?
"I'll let you know what regret is." Si Kongxuan extended his palm, and a wisp of Soul Power drifted out, transforming into a long spear. The spear hovered in midair, blooming with boundless, powerful golden Divine Radiance that pierced the eyes.
"Go." Si Kongxuan flicked his finger, and the long spear suddenly shot through the air, carrying a terrifying aura as it flew toward Lin Taichu. Wherever it passed, the void twisted, terrifying to the extreme.
"Trivial tricks." Lin Taichu cast an indifferent glance at the void and casually pointed a finger. An incomparably vast sword intent burst from his fingertip like a sharp blade, instantly piercing through the long spear and tearing it