Hearing this, Lin Ke endured the excruciating pain and struggled to say, "Senior, a thousand years have already passed."
"The Dragon Clan has already declined. My Spirit Pet is the only child of a True Dragon left in the entire Cloud Frontier."
"If you kill me, the Dragon Clan's future will be destroyed in an instant!"
Lin Ke felt the pressure on the meridians around his heart rise once more. Several of the more fragile ones had already burst.
The agony nearly made him faint.
"Trespassing in my Dragon Clan's Nascent Soul Formation Grounds was bad enough."
"Yet you even dare to slander my Dragon Clan's fortune so carelessly. You deserve a wretched death!"
"Today, I'll make an ungrateful brat like you suffer."
As those words rang out, Lin Ke felt himself being hurled away with tremendous force.
Suddenly, the darkness dispersed.
Layers of mist and cloud appeared around his body.
Lin Ke regained control of his body.
But the first thing he felt was that he was falling continuously, his body passing through layer after layer of clouds.
He was clearly somewhere extremely high up.
The intense pain around his heart persisted. The Spirit Power inside him rampaged in all directions, like a bull trying to escape, destroying everything fragile within his body.
If he mobilized his Spirit Power now, it would very likely destroy all his meridians, ruining his entire cultivation in an instant.
But Lin Ke now faced a choice.
If he did not mobilize his Spirit Power to slow his fall, then when he hit the ground, severed meridians might be the least of his problems.
The Spirit Insects in his Niwan Palace had already emerged around Lin Ke of their own accord, only to discover that they could not mobilize their own Spirit Power either.