Xu Zimei exerted a slight force, and a scream emanated from the mouth of the man in the red robe.
His right fist was crushed into powder, turned into dust.
Xu Zimei slowly extended his hand and placed it on the man's head.
"Divine, Divine King," the elder trembled all over, stammering as he spoke.
"Spare me, sir, I am willing to do anything."
"Tell me about your group," Xu Zimei said.
"I am an elder of the Sect of Seven Fears, our sect was established in the Great Marshland, what else does your excellency wish to know?" the elder hastily inquired.
"Sect of Seven Fears?" Xu Zimei asked.
"Yes, this sect gate was founded by our ancestor, the Great Sage of Seven Fears. Although it may not be the strongest, it has some reputation in the Great Marshland," the elder replied without any hesitation.
"What is meant by Great Saint?" Xu Zimei inquired.
"To open the tenth Vein Gate is to be a Great Saint," the elder answered.
