Qian Tianlong knelt on the floor.

As an inner sect disciple of Cloudsky Divine Palace, this was the first time anyone had forced him to his knees since he began his cultivation!

Humiliation coursed through him, battering his heart like waters at high tide. He was so furious that his eyes almost burst, and he was on the brink of losing himself in his rage.

As Su Yi’s voice still floated through the air, Qian Tianlong leaped and swung his sleeves.

“Die!”

Whoosh!

A beak-like golden throwing knife short forth, quick as lightning.

Huo Yunsheng and Sun Feng’s expressions shifted. The Golden Luan Spirit Bone knife!

This was Qian Tianlong’s ultimate weapon, but he wouldn’t use it lightly. It was the work of one of the sect’s Spiritual Manifestation elders, and it had shocking murderous power.

Crack!

Su Yi stretched out his fingers and flicked. The beak-shaped throwing knife burst in mid-air, as easily as if it were made of paper, then scattered into tiny fragments.

Su Yi then casually pressed down with his finger.

Bang!

The pressure forced Qian Tianlong to his knees once more, shaking the restriction covering the floor, which shook violently.

Huo Yunsheng and Sun Feng couldn’t help but gasp.

They might say that Qian Tianlong had been suppressed...