The voice drifting out from the eighteenth level of the Demon-Suppressing Pagoda made Jiang Chen shudder violently. Legend had it that the pagoda's final level held an unparalleled demon who had lived for two or three hundred years. Jiang Chen had always thought it was merely a rumor—he had never expected it to be true!
Jiang Chen was frightened out of his wits, but Li Huai was not.
Since Shaolin Temple had imprisoned the man here, that meant they had already restricted his strength.
Besides, even if the man still possessed the strength of the True Martial Realm, Li Huai would not fear him. With his current power, he could escape even from the hands of a True Martial Realm expert.
Thus, Li Huai calmly walked into the eighteenth level. Jiang Chen gritted his teeth and followed him in. This place was far too sinister; at least with Li Huai beside him, he had someone to rely on.
There was only a passage between the seventeenth and eighteenth levels, without even a door separating them.
Yet upon stepping into the eighteenth level, Jiang Chen discovered in astonishment that it was remarkably clean. There was scarcely any dust on the floor.
There was only one person within the eighteenth level. Unlike the terrifying demon Jiang Chen had imagined, the prisoner was merely a stern-faced middle-aged man clad in a spotless white robe.
However, his hands and feet were bound by enormous iron chains that ran deep into the ground. The floor itself was covered by a massive formation.
Looking closer, one could see a slender dagger embedded in his dantian, while a tiny bronze nail was driven into the Divine Palace atop his head. Such airtight suppression spared neither flesh nor primordial spirit, which was more than enough to show just