He Has... Perished!

"Hiss! Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!" The auras from Yan Liren's sword occupied almost the entire sky like lightning and dragons while they lunged at the Heaven Flipping Seal crazily, only to be contorted and shattered under the oppression of the Heaven Flipping Seal!

Yan Liren walked forward as if in a blizzard, leaving clear footprints behind him. Because of his insufficient height, more than half of his body had been buried in the ground as he took every step forward.

Under the suppression of the immense gravity, not only was his face bleeding, bloody pearls were leaking out of his every pore, too. His previous bread-like head was being crushed into a pie, making him look even more appalling than before.

Qi Zhongdao, on the other hand, was as steady as ever, as if the entire world was rotating around him and running under his rules!

The contrast between the two parties made a lot of ignorant spectators at the periphery cheer for Qi Zhongdao.