"No!"
Lin Feng let out a desperate roar. That palm had seemed soft and powerless, yet it had left a deep imprint in the depths of his soul, destroying all his cultivation,
and even grinding his martial foundation to dust.
In the blink of an eye, he had gone from a promising disciple of a great sect to a cripple.
From then on, he would not even have the qualifications to cultivate martial arts.
One could imagine that his future status would be even lower than that of the Rogue Cultivators building the city walls south of the city.
In this martial world, ordinary mortals without any martial cultivation would inevitably live in hardship and suffer bullying.
What was more, Lin Feng had bullied so many Rogue Cultivators. Now that he had lost Dao Sect's protection, even if only a few of them harbored resentment and refused to let matters go, deliberately targeting him, he would suffer greatly.
Thud!
Lin Feng's body had not a shred of strength left. He collapsed limply onto the ground, like a puddle of mud.
His face was numb, his eyes hollow. His entire being had been stripped of all vitality and spirit, as if he could die at any moment.
For a sect disciple with a brilliant future, having one's cultivation crippled was simply worse than death.
Nearby, Jiang Yan slowly withdrew his right hand, his expression calm and unruffled.
By his usual habits, this man should have been reduced to ashes long ago. Leaving him alive now could already be considered giving Venerable Hua face.
Otherwise, he would have even dragged his natural soul into the Eighteen Levels of Hell within the Ancient Nether Prison. That would have been true misery worse than death.
"Cough, cough!"
Venerable Hua watched the scene with equal