With a slight exertion from Xu Zimo, a miserable scream burst from the red-robed elder's mouth.
That right fist was crushed to powder.
Xu Zimo slowly reached out and placed his hand atop the other man's head.
"G-God King," the elder said, trembling from head to toe.
"Spare me, my lord. I'm willing to do anything."
"Tell me about yourselves," Xu Zimo asked.
"I am an elder of the Seven Fears Sect. Our sect was founded in the Great Marsh Land. What else would you like to know?" the elder hurriedly asked.
"Seven Fears Sect?" Xu Zimo asked.
"That's right. This sect was founded by our ancestor, Great Sage Seven Fears. Though it cannot be considered among the strongest, it still has some renown in the Great Marsh Land," the elder answered directly without hesitation.
"What is a Great Sage?" Xu Zimo asked.
"Opening the tenth Meridian Gate makes one a Great Sage," the elder replied.
"Tell me about the divisions above the Great Emperor realm," Xu Zimo said.
"Ten Meridian Gates make a Great Sage, while eleven Meridian Gates make a Dao Fruit Expert. The matters involved are rather complicated, and I do not understand them very well either," the elder said.
"How could a lowly Saint like me ever come into contact with such things?"
"How many people does your Seven Fears Sect still have on Eternal Continent?" Xu Zimo asked.
"No one else. They've all died at your hands," the elder hurriedly shook his head and shouted, "Let me go! I've told you everything I know! I beg you!"
"Unfortunately, there's no use in keeping you alive," Xu Zimo said, shaking his head.
His right hand clenched again. With a boom, the elder's corpse fell stiffly to the ground.
At this moment, the sealed city gate of