The man clutched in the Sacred Lord's hand was indeed White True King. His breath hung by a thread, his body was covered in bloody wounds, and countless black-red strands of light bound his hands and feet. He looked close to death...
White True King was actually captured by this Sacred Lord? Then the others too...? Seeing him like this, Li Xiaoya kept his face utterly expressionless, though questions stirred in his heart. Now he understood why White True King and his fellow cultivators had disappeared. This Sacred Lord had already dealt with them... It seemed the Sacred Lord had been lying in wait here all along...
"You should recognize this descendant of the Immortal Ancestor!" Seeing Li Xiaoya's calm expression, the Sacred Lord nevertheless detected that slight fluctuation in his aura and continued speaking. As he spoke, a black-red light wave suddenly erupted from his ghost claw and burrowed madly into White True King's body...
"Ugh! Aah!!" As countless black-red strands of light flooded into him, White True King's eyes suddenly flew open. He screamed in excruciating pain, his body convulsing... Then he roared furiously, "Sacred Lord, you old devil! Kill me if you have the guts!!"
"Kill you!? Look at what's in front of you!" the Sacred Lord said coldly. The black-red strands of light in his hand instantly contracted, and he withdrew them... With a grip of his hand, he forced White True King to look at the blue-green flames in the high platform...
"The Immortal Ancestor inheritance?" A trace of astonishment appeared on White True King's face, and he cried out, "Impossible! How did you open this Immortal Ancestor altar? Impossible!"
"Indeed, it was impossible!" the Sacred Lord said coldly. Then he made White True King look at Li Xiaoya and said in a low voice,