"Of course I'll be the one to warn my own disciple. Since when is it your place to worry about him? Damn it, today I'll also warn you on behalf of Martial Uncle Zhen Jie, so you'll learn what it means to bully the weak with your seniority!" Wu Nai laughed, his eyes widening in fury. "But you and I are both at Foundation Establishment cultivation. If I teach you a lesson, it can't be called bullying the weak with seniority!"
As he spoke, Wu Nai released his pressure again. It seemed to carry peals of heavenly thunder, and its might made Zhen Yihong tremble with fear. His body shook uncontrollably, looking far more miserable than Xiao Hua had just moments ago!
In his haste, Zhen Yihong no longer cared about losing all face before the disciples training here. He slapped his storage bag and took out a magical artifact. As he poured spiritual power into it, its radiance blazed in every direction, intending to resist Wu Nai's pressure.
Who could have known that just as Zhen Yihong activated the magical artifact, pouring all his spiritual power into it and struggling with all his might, Wu Nai suddenly withdrew his pressure? Caught completely off guard, Zhen Yihong lost control of the artifact. Its radiance swept out and actually shot toward the Qi Refinement disciples slumped around him on the ground!
"This is bad!" The blood drained even further from Zhen Yihong's pale face. While desperately trying to control the magical artifact, he swiftly pulled back his spiritual power!
"Ah, this child... Not only do you bully the weak with your seniority, you don't even know to respect the old and cherish the young. This old man was merely talking—did I really mean to teach you a lesson? Did I really