Sam felt like he was forced to carry a mountain.
His shoulder crouched a little and there is a ton of pressure on his soul. He felt suffocated, but he didn't bow down at all. He still forced his back to stay straight.
By this time, some blood started seeping out of a corner of his mouth.
Even under that pressure Sam started talking.
"Petty tricks. How do you feel, Old man? With an age around two centuries and cultivation many levels higher than me, how good do you feel to pressure a youngster with such lower cultivation?"
The face of the old man turned red, in both embarrassment and in anger.
"Since you know your cultivation and worth, be obedient." The Old man snorted to hide his embarrassment.
Sam smirked at this and all of a sudden, he extended his hand under such immense pressure. His hand was covered with dark elemental energy as he gripped something in the air.
