His eyes were fixed on Ye Ling, his cheeks marked with an indelible fear and horror.
He had never imagined that he would be defeated by a mere half-step Saint.
What made it even more inconceivable for him was that the combat strength Ye Ling had demonstrated far exceeded his expectations.
Ye Ling slowly walked forward, looking at Lu Tianxiong on the ground who couldn't get up, and cracked a smile, a cruel curve emerging at the corner of his mouth, causing a chill in one's heart.
"Lu Tianxiong, do you have anything else to say now?" Ye Ling squatted down, looking down at the disheveled old man on the ground, and coldly smiled.
"I've lost, I admit defeat!"
Lu Tianxiong struggled to raise his head, painfully spitting out these words, his face extremely pale, with fresh blood still oozing from the corners of his mouth.
He, a mighty Saint-level expert, especially after taking the red pill, was brought down to his knees by a mere youngster, unable to rise.