Ye Longtao was pinned to the ground by that ghostly hand, unable to move.
His prized dual Spirit Root and a cultivation just a hair's breadth from late-stage Foundation Establishment were utterly feeble before her.
He hadn't stood a chance.
Shock, humiliation, rage, fear...
Countless emotions churned within his chest, finally coalescing into a telepathic message shot toward Su Ling'er, who looked like a living demon.
[Ye Longtao]: Let me go! Su Ling'er! You lunatic! Aren't you afraid I'll expose you as an undercover disciple?! We'll both die then!
[Su Ling'er]: With my Pseudo Spirit Root, I never had much of a future anyway. But if I get to take you down with me, and you think that's a good trade, then by all means, try it.
Su Ling'er leaned down, her crimson eyes staring at Ye Longtao beneath her.
She pressed one hand on his head and slowly lifted it.
"BAM!"
She viciously slammed Ye Longtao's head into the arena floor!
"BAM! BAM! BAM!"
