Nian Shutong held the little boy in a free fall, with the boy's two servants chasing on their Magic Artifacts, though the speed was too fast for them to catch up.
Seeing that the ground was not far away, the boy nervously waved his arms, but Nian Shutong completely ignored him.
"Apologize."
"I'm sorry!"
The boy shouted at the top of his lungs, and Nian Shutong still had time to shake his head and say, "I don't accept."
The boy looked at Nian Shutong in disbelief and shouted defiantly, "I am from the Immortal Clan!"
"You're right, the first Immortal to be smashed to death."
Nian Shutong let go.
"Ah———"
The boy fell at an even faster speed, with ten meters, five meters, three meters left to the ground...
"Ah———"
The boy felt himself stopping. He opened his eyes to find his nose nearly touching the ground, indicating how close he was.
