The indifferent gaze, the condescending words, and the hand on his throat that was gradually increasing in pressure.
All of this was something Su Tianqi had never experienced before.
It was only now, in this moment, that he understood what those cultivators who had been slain by him in the land of Immortal Lament felt.
In the presence of the powerful, it was a kind of despair beyond words.
The spiritual energy inside of him was agitated, and his sea of divine sense seemed to be caught in a tempest, causing his entire sea of divine sense to fluctuate violently.
This unprecedented humiliation would have led him to self-destruct and die together with the red-haired youth in front of him, if not for the last shred of reason that restrained him.
Death...
This was a question Su Tianqi had never considered.
