The Old, Weak, Sick, and Crippled Quartet, Kunlun Divine Mountain, and One Man Suppressing a Primordial Imperial Clan

A newly minted Saint, possessed of a Sacred Body Dao Embryo, with a lifespan exceeding ten thousand years and terrifyingly vigorous vitality, had nevertheless been beaten lame. Even taking a couple of steps became a problem. The sight was utterly heartbreaking.

"A little Milk Baby-what could you possibly do to me!" Qin Tian drew in two deep breaths of essence and activated his Nirvana Divine Art, repairing his superficial injuries.

"That was all you had!"

Before Qin Tian could get in a few more defiant words-

Rumble!

Suddenly, a thunderclap erupted out of nowhere and struck Qin Tian with pinpoint accuracy.

Qin Tian collapsed on the ground, white smoke puffing from his mouth. That bolt from the blue had blasted his glossy black hair, imbued with divinity, into an afro.

"I... what kind of lightning was that? How did it do so much damage!" Qin Tian murmured.

"Even a Sacred Body couldn't withstand opening its mouth, huh."

Little Pagoda was speechless. "I have lived through the changing of eras and seen plenty of people, but never a creature more mischievous than you."

"Thank you for the compliment!" Qin Tian first offered his thanks, then wailed, "I don't want to be like this either!"

Qin Tian felt his nearly emptied body. He could not squeeze out even a trace of divine power.

He wanted to cry but had no tears. Since when had he become this mischievous? He clearly had never had this problem before!

Qin Tian inhaled sharply. Vast quantities of stellar essence swarmed toward him, almost drowning the nameless planet.

With a crack, a rift opened in space. Wisps of pure spiritual energy flowed out, merging into Qin Tian's body alongside the stellar essence. They became fuel for the Nirvana Method, helping him return to his peak.

The downpour