Tang Lishen could no longer hold back his impatience and began speaking again, his voice carrying the same confidence as before. "Master… should I go tomorrow and personally bring that filth here—"
But before he could even finish the sentence, an overwhelming spiritual pressure descended upon him. It came without warning, pressing down from every direction at once, forcing the air out of his lungs and driving him straight to his knees. Blood spilt from his mouth as the force tore through his body, his meridians trembling under the weight of it. He tried instinctively to resist, to circulate his qi, but the difference in their strength was absolute.
