Wang Xiaotian was hanging by his neck in the air just like a chicken. Death was knocking on his door.

The crowd was shocked to see this. Even though Xiaotian wasn’t quite a genius among the young generation, he was still an exceptional fella with some abilities. But now, he couldn’t resist or move at all.

Many people looked over at Li Qiye. Alas, the experienced cultivators could see that Li Qiye was only a mortal that had only started cultivating recently, only a nobody at the Dao Ant realm. He only had one or two hundred units of chaos energy, completely trivial.

“Who may you be, fellow cultivator?” Li Tianhao gazed all around in order to find the assailant.

Everyone else copied him but they couldn’t...