The Tianwaitian Saint Master's left hand violently descended, bringing with it immense strength that Ling Tianyu could smell, realizing there was no escape and without knowing who the person before him was.
"Snap!"
The left hand suddenly seized Ling Tianyu's Heavenly Spirit Cover.
"Crack!"
A clear sound of breaking bones rang out, Ling Tianyu's brow furrowed as he felt a wave of pain in his head, and even found it difficult to breath, as if his nose was blocked by something.
"Drip—Drip—"
Blood flowed from Ling Tianyu's nose and dripped onto the ground.
"Before you die, let me tell you who I am." The Tianwaitian Saint Master's mood was extremely joyous, knowing that this little nuisance who had created countless troubles for him could finally be killed by his own hands.
