He could clearly feel the immense power emanating from Xiao Ling's palm. It seemed placid, yet it was as irresistible as the pressure of heaven and earth, locking down the Dou Qi within his body so tightly that he could not muster even the slightest resistance.
Xiao Ling lowered his gaze at him, not a ripple stirring in his deep eyes, as though what he held in his hand was not a Dou Venerate expert, but an insignificant dead thing.
That utter indifference terrified Blood River Heavenly Venerate even more than any sharp killing intent. He finally understood that before this man, he was no different from an ant.
With his neck gripped, Blood River Heavenly Venerate suffered the agonizing pain of suffocation when a thunderclap suddenly flashed through his mind. The Xiao Ling before him was neither a Dou Venerate nor a Half-Saint!
"Cough... Damn it... You're actually... a Dou Saint..."
He exhausted the last shred of his strength to force a weak, hoarse whimper from his throat. His voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz; had Xiao Ling not been so close, it would nearly have been swallowed by the deathly silence of the Secret Chamber.
His tone was filled with extreme shock and unwillingness, as though everything he knew about Dou Qi cultivation had been overturned.
"Heh, you're quite clever. You guessed right."
Xiao Ling raised a brow slightly. A hint of amused interest suddenly passed through his otherwise indifferent eyes, and his tone was casual, yet carried the calm assurance of someone in control of everything. "Unfortunately, there's no reward."
Before his words had faded, immense Dou Qi erupted from his palm!
That force was like surging magma, violently invading Blood River Heavenly Venerate's body through the five fingers clamped around his throat. Wherever it