When Nie Tianren arrived at the scene, the situation had been controlled—at least that was how it appeared.
Han Tao, a Nascent Soul Cultivator of the Emperor's Extreme Split Sky Dao, was hanging weakly, his many vital points, including the Dantian, were penetrated by Forbidden Technique steel needles, and even his Nascent Soul was bound by heavy Soul Binding Locks. What was most bizarre was his abdomen—at this moment, it was more terrifying than that of a woman in labor. The robust body of a cultivator meant that there was no concern for his life.
Nie Tianren looked on with disgust at this young man he had once thought highly of. The guy was ambitious and was initially a promising talent. But now, this promising talent was in tears, weakly crying out something.
—"I don't want to eat shit…"
"What's going on? What exactly happened?"
Nie Tianren's angry roar echoed throughout the entire ruin.
Between the roars, the majesty of an Emperor emerged.
