Soul-Pillar Pagoda.
"Pagoda Master, save me! Elder, save me quickly!" a disciple cried out in extreme panic.
"Tianxianzi, this is already the eighth genius disciple of the Soul-Pillar Pagoda. Are you sure you won't submit?" the True Immortal powerhouse sneered and asked, already having drawn the disciple into the sky.
"Heartless beast! If you've got the guts, just kill me!" Tianxianzi gritted his teeth and cursed angrily, his old face twisted with rage as if he wished to tear the True Immortal powerhouse to pieces.
"Pagoda Master, save me, I don't want to..." The disciple begged in terror, but before he finished speaking, he would never speak again.
"Boom!"
The True Immortal powerhouse grasped through the air, and the disciple drawn into the sky exploded with a loud bang, turning into a cloud of blood mist.
Scattered into nothingness.
The True Immortal powerhouse was cold and heartless, treating human life like grass.
