The Purple Flame Heavenly Dragon swept forth in fury. Smack! Smack! Smack! The six great elders of the Li Family all changed expression at once. Their Spiritual Power failed to circulate in time, and they nearly stumbled to the ground. Li Yuanxing, meanwhile, was no Martial King—his limbs went stiff, and he passed out cold.
What?!
The six great elders of the Li Family turned pale. They discovered that their Spiritual Power had actually been suppressed, unable to circulate freely, while their minds seemed to be pinned beneath a Creation King, their will to fight plummeting.
What was going on? Was their opponent actually a Creation King?
That could not be right. Though Zhou Heng had not revealed his dharma image, his aura was unmistakably that of an Ascension Emperor. If the six of them could not even recognize that, they might as well buy a block of tofu and smash their heads into it!
But what sort of immortal art was this, to weaken their combat power so drastically?
They had not been Zhou Heng's match to begin with. How were they supposed to fight now?
Were the warriors outside... all this terrifying?
For the first time, those who had been single-mindedly yearning to leave felt hesitation. If everyone outside was this powerful, would they not simply be serving themselves up on a platter if they went out?
Zhou Heng strode over, his killing intent blazing.
In truth, there had never been the slightest grievance between him and the Li Family. Their mistake lay in using an irreversible method to "ask" him how to leave! Had they sat down and discussed things properly, Zhou Heng might even have cooperated with them.
After all, the Li Family had a Creation King and had once entered the Sacred Mountain. They had