"Did you not wish to keep watch over me? Very well!"
Under Yun Shiliu's furious gaze, Su Lian continued coldly:
"Now you need not watch so cautiously. I shall project the scene here across the Five Heavens."
"Let these mayflies and ants of the Lower Realm learn just how much they are worth."
"And let you learn as well."
"Before us cultivators of the Upper Realm."
"At times, you are worth less than even mayflies and ants!"
With that, Su Lian merely raised her hand.
"Boom!..."
An explosive burst of qi rang out.
The cultivators of the Three Sovereigns Dao Palace, their bodies impaled on blood spikes and suspended high in the air, were suddenly pierced through by fine barbs sprouting from those spikes.
"Aah!!!..."
The agony of countless fine blood spikes piercing their bodies was more than even these battle-hardened cultivators could endure. One after another, they let out heartrending screams of pain.
At the sight.
Yun Shiliu clenched her jaw so tightly that her teeth kept grinding with audible cracks.
As though deliberately provoking Yun Shiliu, Su Lian continued:
"Yun Shiliu, do you know why they are in such pain?"
As she spoke, Su Lian extended a slender, snow-white hand. Pinching lightly with her thumb and middle finger, she drew a fine thread shimmering with a dim, five-colored light from the forehead of a Three Sovereigns Dao Palace disciple.
"Aaaah!!..."
The instant that fine thread was drawn out, the disciple, who had still been stubbornly enduring, could no longer restrain himself. He threw back his head and let out an utterly miserable scream.
Then, amid those miserable screams, Su Lian continued expressionlessly:
"Let me explain it to you."
"This fine thread is the Soul Threads among the three ethereal souls and seven corporeal souls that restrains pain. Once