Liu Hong, Who Understands Things

Only then did the Northern Suppressing King remember that Liu Hong was still inside the Nine Heavens Purgatory Array. At the time, he had merely wanted Liu Hong to suffer a little, but Li Tianhua's appearance had made him forget all about it.

The Northern Suppressing King hurriedly said to Yang Chen, "Hall Master Yang, um, I still have someone inside your array. Look..."

Yang Chen smiled faintly and waved his hand. A light screen appeared before everyone's eyes.

"Is it this person?"

Within the light screen, Liu Hong was being batted back and forth by several enormous flaming dragons like an embroidered ball.

They were having an absolute blast with him.

The Northern Suppressing King looked at Liu Hong with embarrassment and muttered inwardly.

Old Liu, you've suffered. Once we get back, I'll definitely compensate you properly.

The Northern Suppressing King wiped the sweat from his forehead.

As Li Tianhua watched Liu Hong inside the array, his eyes lit up slightly.

"Isn't that the boy from Old Liu's family? How did he get so old?"

The Northern Suppressing King whispered into Li Tianhua's ear.

"Father, Liu Hong's cultivation isn't very high. It's normal for him to age a little. Haven't you gotten old too?"

Li Tianhua glared at the Northern Suppressing King.

"You're saying I'm old? Are you cursing me to die? Fine, you little Kuang! After all these years apart, have you been cursing me to die every day?!"

Li Tianhua sneered, rubbing his fists together as he advanced toward the Northern Suppressing King step by step with ill intent.

The Northern Suppressing King's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly waved his hands.

"Father, listen to my explanation. That's not what I meant—"

Yet before he could finish, Li Tianhua subjected him to another barrage of punches