At this moment, Daoist Su was already the size of a thumb. He was extremely pocket-sized. His realm and cultivation were also locked.
Now, there was only one ten-thousandth of his normal state left.
As for Qingxu and Qingxin, they had long fainted and lost their consciousness.
"Pfft!" The old man said hatefully, "It's clearly you all who can't kill me. As the son of the Human Monarch, as long as the Human Monarch doesn't die, I'll never die. Even my father can't kill me!"
As he spoke, he grabbed the net again, but he ignored Daoist Su and looked at the others in the hall. Soon, he discovered another "familiar face".
"It's you!" The old man's eyes widened, and Li Jiu, who was kneeling on the ground, immediately flew into the air. "At the meeting where I was judged, you were pouring wine for the participants. You deserve to die!"