"Ah!"
Zhou Heng let out a miserable, pig-slaughtering scream of pain as Water Elder pulled his index finger back, and a streak of bright red liquid immediately spurted out after it.
"Kneel!"
With a soft cry, Zhou Heng felt as though an icy-cold sound wave had entered his ears.
That was right!
Zhou Heng genuinely felt that the sound wave entering his ears was freezing, carrying with it a bone-chilling cold that seemed to freeze the very strength throughout his entire body.
With a thud, drained of all strength and with his knees aching, Zhou Heng dropped to one knee before Water Elder.
Everyone was dumbfounded. Everything had happened too fast, leaving them dazed for a moment; when they finally reacted, their scalps went numb.
Someone swallowed hard and muttered, "It's a martial skill from the Underworld, One Underworld Finger! Could this old man be the one born of the River of Forgetfulness, Water Elder?"
Water Elder nodded and replied, "Looks like you people have some discernment. It is indeed this old man!"
One Underworld Finger was a top-tier finger technique bestowed upon the Underworld by Ling Yun.
Jian Zilai raged, "So what if you're from the Underworld? Does that mean you can bully my junior brother? Bully our Star Palace?"
Star Palace was a respectable and prominent faction, after all. To bully the weak right in front of him—even someone from the Underworld couldn't justify that!
A Star Palace disciple said, "This old man is bullying people too much."
Water Elder frowned, looked at Jian Zilai, and let out a cold snort. "You insulted this old man, so you deserve this lesson. Besides, your skills were simply inferior."
The gazes of the many people present were also fixed tightly on Water Elder, some of them filled with a sense