Xu Ping'an climbed out of the deep pit.
Five deep gashes on his chest were bone-deep, his skin split open and flesh torn.
His white robe was already in tatters, and he looked extremely wretched.
However, Xu Ping'an's eyes remained sharp, looking at the middle-aged man standing in the sky, his gaze as sharp as a knife.
The middle-aged man looked down at Xu Ping'an with an indifferent gaze.
"Is that all the strength you have? Young man, do you really think you can turn the tide?" the middle-aged man sneered.
"It's enough to kill you," Xu Ping'an said coldly.
"Sharp-tongued. Today, you will die, and so will they all. It's your fate. You have offended the Tiankui Sect, offended the noble Consort, and there is only one outcome for you," said the middle-aged man, as if pronouncing Xu Ping'an's death sentence.
