The lightning needle pierced through Dongfang Zichu’s Yuan Spirit, causing him to scream so miserably. Even a three-flower Earth Venerate would wail in pain if their Yuan Spirit was pierced.

Pain was the fairest thing in this world. It didn’t matter what your status, realm, or power was. In front of pain, no falsehoods could be made; they were all stripped away.

A three-flower Earth Venerate’s pain tolerance might not be greater than an ordinary cultivator. As he screamed in pain, the dignity of an expert was silently trampled.

“When a man is about to die, they talk softly, when a bird is about to die, they cry out mournfully? Well then go ahead and scream as much as you please.”

Long Chen’s expression was frightening. He was clenching his teeth, and veins bulged on his forehead. As for his eyes, they were...