Ye Bodhi’s cultivation was restricted by the Kilostar Domain, but he was in fact in the eighth-level life phase. It was a feat that no one else in his generation could achieve.

“You shall die here!”

Tianming couldn’t stop himself. Ye Bodhi was just too juicy a prey, like a fat slab of meat placed before a hungry wolf. Even the likes of Yin Po were nowhere close in comparison. He felt himself burning with desire.

“Aren’t you awfully confident? Do you really think you can beat me, even in this domain?” Ye Bodhi sounded a little shocked, but he quickly grew disinterested. Tianming’s rudeness had removed his interest in the imperial son, and all he wanted to do was to kill.

“I mastered a technique to dig out one’s heart without killing them. When I use that on you, you can appreciate how my Saintking Bodhi Body is formed.”

As he spoke, Ye Bodhi lifted up his arms. A majestic silver eagle dashed through the sky and landed on the back of his hand. On the other side, a small six-eared golden...