The man was pinned under the foot of the beggar, his eyes glazed and his face ashen.
He couldn't imagine how he had been instantly killed by a person from the Lower Realm in one move, and it seemed that the other party hadn't even used their full strength.
"This is impossible, absolutely impossible, there's clearly a large amount of lower-grade spiritual power left inside you, how can you surpass me in both quality and quantity of Immortal Spirit Power?"
"I am a cultivator born and bred in the Central Origin Realm, after all!"
"You say you're just a Half-step Human Immortal, at most on the same level as me, what are you pretending for? Just accept our interrogation honestly, why bother getting beaten?"
The beggar curled his lips, full of contempt.
"Let's get him under control first."
The Old Dragon King seemed to conjure a rope from nowhere and tied the man up tightly, making sure he couldn't escape.