"Hu Yuan, seeing that you did not strike to kill today, I will spare your life and only cripple your cultivation. Are you willing to accept this?" Zhou Xun said blandly.
Hu Yuan shuddered from head to toe and hurriedly kowtowed like a pounding garlic mortar. "Senior, this junior accepts! This junior knows his mistake! Please spare this junior's life!"
An invisible force swept across Hu Yuan's body.
The next moment,
"Hiss—"
His Dantian deflated as if leaking air and was instantly destroyed.
"M-My cultivation!"
With his sea of Qi and Dantian damaged, Hu Yuan could only become a cripple from then on.
Of course, if he could find a spiritual medicine capable of restoring his Dantian, it might still be possible.
But how could a mere Foundation Establishment lineage possibly produce such a treasure?
And without cultivation, he would be inferior even to a first-level Qi Refinement cultivator. How could he possibly accept that willingly?
Just then,
A powerful aura came hurtling from the distance. In an instant, it arrived above the crowd and took the form of a long-bearded elder in embroidered robes.
The instant Hu Yuan saw the Elder, it was as though he had found a pillar to lean on. His voice trembled with tears as he cried,
"Grandfather, save me!"
"My cultivation... is gone!"
Hu Changhai's expression darkened as he landed beside Hu Yuan. He sent his spiritual power inside to inspect him and sensed a Dantian riddled with holes like a sieve.
His face immediately sank.
Then, the look he gave Zhou Xun turned gloomy.
"Fellow Daoist, what is the meaning of this? Why were you so vicious as to destroy my grandson's Dantian? He cultivated it day after day for decades!"
Hu Changhai's voice was low and icy, anger flashing through his eyes.