The Eight Saints had never seen such a weak cultivator before, and they quickly made their move, intending to seize his cauldron.
“Ye Fan is currently between the second and third realms of Sendai, and has not yet severed his Dao. Even if he uses the ‘Eight Forbidden Techniques,’ he is definitely no match for the Eight Saints.”
Li Ming suddenly made a move, striking out with one hand and shattering the attack of the Eight Saints.
He grabbed his face with his right hand and lifted him up.
"I hate it when people pinch my face, let go of me right now." The Eighth Prince burned his immortal spiritual power, trying to burn away Li Ming's right hand, but he couldn't move at all.
Li Ming's five fingers had dug into the flesh of his face, and blood slowly flowed down his neck, staining his clothes red.
"Help me, help me..."
Unable to break free, the Eighth Prince had no choice but to beg the Taoist boy in hemp robes for help: "I don't want to die, please save me."
He was only at the Immortal King realm, and he was powerless against the one inside. If the Daoist boy in hemp robes hadn't intervened, he would have surely died.
He could feel Li Ming's grip tightening, pinching the flesh of his two feet until it bled, causing him pain so intense he could hardly breathe.
"Help me..." he wailed, "Help me, he seems really going to kill me."
The Eighth Prince wailed incessantly, tears mixed with blood flowing from the corners of his eyes.
"Uncle Li, don't let him go, kill him," Ye Fan said softly. He felt that the Eighth Saint had no reason to live.
"You... shut up..." The Eighth Prince's eyes widened like copper bells as he cried out in agony, "Save me quickly! He's trying to burn my blood! If we don't act now, it'll be too late..."
"Young man, this is going a bit too far. Let him go."
The young Taoist in hemp robes slowly spoke, saying that they still needed someone to guide them out, and the Eighth Holy Son was undoubtedly the best candidate.
He cannot die.
"Let him go. I'll consider it. How about I leave you two with intact corpses?" The Taoist boy in hemp robes was at the second level of the Dao realm. He was arrogant and didn't take Li Ming seriously at all.
Li Ming probably wouldn't dare to act rashly, but the next second he heard...
"Bang!"
It sounded like a watermelon being crushed, with a loud bang.
The Eighth Prince was crushed to death by Li Ming.
He couldn't even make a move, which shows how ruthless the person who made the move was, killing without hesitation with a single blow.
His body exploded before my eyes, and blood and brain matter splattered onto the body and face of the Taoist boy in hemp robes.
His face turned ashen, and he nearly vomited.
He, who had been watching the show, finally showed a slight change in his emotions. His eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Li Ming, you dare to challenge the authority of the gods. Then you can go to hell."
The Taoist boy in hemp clothing never expected that Li Ming would actually make a move and commit the crime right in front of him.
I can't stand it.
kill!
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