Zhu Yan's thousand-zhang body was directly suppressed by Ye Tian until it was only palm-sized. Within Ye Tian's hand, he was burned by his own true fire until stars danced before his eyes.
A moment later, Zhu Yan finally regained consciousness and immediately realized his situation. He was actually inside Ye Tian's palm.
Although Ye Tian's single grab had already shown him the gap between them, and Zhu Yan's inner heart trembled at Ye Tian's strength, such an immense disparity instead stirred his rebellious nature. He repeatedly leaped and bounced within Ye Tian's palm, yet no matter how he struggled, he could never break free from it.
Standing in Ye Tian's palm, Zhu Yan roared endlessly at the heavens. He could not understand it. Ye Tian's aura was clearly only at the True Immortal stage—at most peak True Immortal. How could he so thoroughly toy with Zhu Yan, who already stood with one foot at the threshold of True Immortal?
Even against a True Immortal cultivator, Zhu Yan himself had the strength to fight. How could he be so stifled in Ye Tian's hands? Zhu Yan refused to accept it!
Ye Tian watched Zhu Yan tossing about in his palm with great interest, a faint smile surfacing in his eyes. This fellow really could take a beating. If Zhu Yan broke through to the True Immortal realm and further digested the power of his bloodline inheritance, then even Ye Tian would have to spend more effort to handle him.
Of course, it would only take a little more effort. Zhu Yan was still far from being able to challenge Ye Tian.
The Golden Winged Great Peng was incredibly fast. In less than two hours, it had crossed the entire wild forest. This time, Ye Tian did not conceal his aura.