Wang Jinxi felt the terrifying pressure radiating from the person before him. His legs shook as he tried to get up, but he failed, collapsing to the ground in an even more pathetic heap.
After his failed attempt, Wang Jinxi could only lie there and say:
"I came to see Tang Wulin."
At those words, Tang Li's gaze grew even colder, and the strange fluctuations from the Demon-Sealing Pot in his hand became more terrifying.
"What do you want with her?"
The Demon-Sealing Pot's might was as unfathomable as an abyss and as dreadful as a prison. Wang Jinxi felt ready to faint from fear. If his legs hadn't been too weak to move, he would have scrambled up and fled long ago.
But now he couldn't escape, let alone fight back. Even moving his eyes took tremendous courage.
Faced with Tang Li's question, he trembled, unable to speak. His face, broader than those of his peers because of his martial soul, was now deathly pale.
Seeing this, Tang Li put away the Demon-Sealing Pot, walked over to Wang Jinxi, and lifted him like a chick.
"Speak! What do you want with Tang Wulin!"
With the Demon-Sealing Pot's oppressive presence gone, Wang Jinxi was like a fish returned to water. He could breathe freely again.
He panted hard, struggling to compose himself. Only after some color returned to his face did he nervously explain:
"It's because of my martial soul. I came to ask her what was going on, and why a tool martial soul like the Clear Sky Hammer could suppress my Bone Dragon King martial soul so strongly.
Even the slightest negative feeling toward her brings intense suppression. But the opposite boosts me and lets me cultivate faster."
After hearing Wang Jinxi out, Tang Li simply let go.