"You have no idea what death looks like."
As Thunder Flood Dragon True Lord's words fell, the atmosphere in the hall abruptly grew heavy.
Though Jia Daoyi's cultivation had reached the Dharma Nascent Soul level, enough to make him a patriarch in an ordinary archipelago spanning a million li of sea, before a Late Immortality body cultivator like Thunder Flood Dragon, he would last no more than two or three punches.
Locked firmly in Thunder Flood Dragon's aura and divine sense, he felt countless strands of murderous intent rushing at his face, nearly forcing him to his knees.
The True Lords in the hall exchanged flickering glances and pretended not to see. Some even wore the faintest trace of a smile.
The Blood Spear that had once hung over everyone's heads had, in the end, gathered dust.
Was Jia Daoyi the only one Thunder Flood Dragon was crushing beneath this pressure? He was crushing the dignity the Demon Lotus Sect had struggled so hard to preserve all these years.
Jia Daoyi clenched his teeth, veins bulging at his temples, and even began burning his Dharma Nascent Soul's True Essence.
Having spent nearly a century in the Demon Lotus Sect, he had long since bound his fortunes to theirs. How could he possibly kneel and beg for mercy?
If he knelt, the Demon Lotus Sect would lose all face in the Golden Scale Hall today. The covert oppression that followed would only intensify, and he would have no Dao Path left to speak of.
Just as he struggled to hold on.
A broad palm gently settled on his shoulder.
In an instant, the mountainlike murderous intent pressing down on Jia Daoyi seemed to strike a Vajra Iron Wall and came to a crashing halt.
The weight lifted from Jia Daoyi's body.