The cultivation of the celestial beauty Dali Tian had already reached the peak of the fifth level of True Immortal, terrifying enough as it was, yet Ling Longtian's former cultivation had actually been even higher than Dali Tian's!
"Among True Immortals, ordinary True Immortals basically couldn't hurt me. But compared to figures at the Great Emperor level, I was still far inferior." Ling Longtian glanced at Wei Suo, who was on the verge of going berserk, and said.
"No wonder that Eight-armed Desolate Clan Great Power made that face when he saw you. You were a True Immortal—had you never encountered a heavenly tribulation?" Wei Suo and the others were truly about to go mad. A True Immortal—what kind of cultivation was that?!
"I only wanted to frighten that Eight-armed Desolate Clan member and scare him into obedient submission. Who knew he would pull something like that?" At the mention of the Eight-armed Desolate Clan Great Power, Ling Longtian became completely depressed as well.
"I think if you hadn't tried to scare him, he might have used some other method instead of pulling this stunt." Wei Suo nearly wanted to strangle Ling Longtian. "Since you were so powerful before, why didn't you say so earlier? Why didn't you hand over more useful stuff? Damn it, is being a True Immortal something shameful? Why were you hiding it away!"
"And you blame me? Wasn't it all because of you!" Ling Longtian became angry from embarrassment again and shouted at Wei Suo.
"Because of me? What does it have to do with me? Don't blame your underwear because you can't swim, all right?" Wei Suo nearly fainted from rage.
"What, do you think it's glorious for someone like you to slap the face of a True Immortal?!" Ling Longtian yelled at Wei