After draining the tea in his cup, Xiao Wujiu rose to his feet and looked at Yuan Yi. Blazing flames began to burn around him, and a stream of fire invaded Yuan Yi through the meridians in his hand, disrupting the circulation of his Battle Qi as it frantically burned and consumed it. He had no strength left to resist at all.
A look of utter terror appeared on Yuan Yi's face. Even if he thought with his backside, he knew he had offended someone he never should have offended.
Xiao Wujiu's gaze was icy, his eyes brimming with unconcealed killing intent. "With those petty tricks of yours, you dare act presumptuously before me?"
As his words fell, the pressure of a Six-Star Dou Emperor descended upon Yuan Yi without restraint. His Battle Qi cultivation had already been restricted, and faced with such a vast gap in realm, his body was forced brutally downward. With a slap, his knees struck the ground!
"Spare... spare my life... I know I was wrong!"
Yuan Yi's body trembled uncontrollably. The terror of death nearly swallowed his mind whole, and he hurriedly begged for mercy.
"You do not know you were wrong. You only know you are about to die."
Snow Empress's eyes were cold. Since Xiao Wujiu had made his move, there was no need for her to endure any longer. Her figure transformed into Snow Maiden and vanished from her seat, re-forming behind him. Frost began spreading across Yuan Yi's body, preparing to freeze him solid, just like the guard from earlier.
Yuan Yi was scared out of his wits, his soul nearly leaving his body. He hurriedly tried to bargain again. "My lord, please wait! I am willing... willing to offer you every treasure collected by my Eight-Fan Sect. I only