"If you want to live, you need to carry a message for me!"
Jiang Hui's voice lingers on, reverberating ceaselessly in the mind of the goatee-bearded elder. The mere voice carries unfathomable Heavenly Road's power, with a force like the collapse of a great peak and a might akin to the overturning of Sky River. There is a surging meaning that cannot be described with language.
"A... message?!"
The goatee-bearded elder is taken aback, somewhat surprised.
So he would be spared just by carrying a message? Could it be that simple?
He was somewhat skeptical. However, before he could voice his doubts, the grand voice resonated anew.
"I seemed to have forgotten, you don't have the right to speak in front of me!"
As Jiang Hui spoke, with a casual wave of his left hand, overwhelming suppressive forces stormed forth.
Letting out a muffled groan, the goatee-bearded elder couldn't react in time and fell to his knees before Jiang Hui, his legs sinking deep into the ground.