"Qian Hei, drag them back here! I'm going to vent this anger properly!"
Although his wounds had already vanished, Qian Hao roared furiously, his features twisting on his jade-white face.
The black-robed Qian Slave waved his hand, bringing Mu Bai and Rao Lin back into the present space-time. Only when the two saw Qian Hao standing perfectly unharmed behind the black-robed elder did they realize that their flurry of punches and kicks had all been wasted effort.
"You've angered the Holy Son. You must pay the price!"
The black-robed Qian Slave snorted coldly, then stepped back behind Qian Hao, who walked forward with a savage expression. Mu Bai and Rao Lin tried to fight back, only to discover that an invisible force bound their entire bodies. They could not move even a single finger joint.
One moment, they had been beating Qian Hao to their hearts' content; now, they were at another's mercy. Such was the gulf before absolute power. No matter how many methods they possessed or how high their fighting spirit soared, none of it could rival a wave of a true expert's hand or a single cold snort.
"Stop struggling. You can't break free of a Dao Ling Realm space restriction!"
Qian Hao drove his fist hard into Mu Bai's abdomen. "I told you Eastern Ridge cultivators were nothing but clay chickens and pottery dogs. What can you do about it?"
"That's right, I'm arrogant and unbridled! You bullshit Human Emperor Successor, come bite me!"
After hammering Mu Bai with his fist, Qian Hao immediately swung his hand and slapped Rao Lin hard twice. As the Human Emperor Successor, Rao Lin was proud to his very bones and valued his dignity above his life.
"If I survive today, I will slay you one day!"
"How frightening. It