A Painful Defeat

Ling Xian was wearing a robe as white as snow and his black hair danced in the wind. He stood with his hands behind his back on top of the Cauldron of Mountain and River, looking undefeatable.

Especially under the accent of the Sun, he looked even more out of the world. His gaze glanced over the world and suppressed all nine levels of Heaven and all 10 levels of Hell.

Below the Cauldron of Mountain and River, the Demonic Fairy, Song Li, and Han Jian Xue were looking pale and were puking fresh blood. Even their foreheads were sweating.

They gritted their teeth and used all their strength to emit a thin layer of Qi to try and struggle out of the suppression.

Ling Xian responded by merely using the strength in his feet. First of all, his spiritual energy was superior compared to the others. Second of all, the Cauldron of Mountain and River was far too dominating.