"Then thank you, elder." Sui Yiren grinned and bared his teeth, lifting his hand and smacking his right hand onto Shen Qinglin's left arm.
Bam...
With that slap.
Shen Qinglin felt as if an enormous and terrifying mountain, one he couldn't possibly resist, suddenly pressed down on him.
The strength from Sui Yiren's hand was like a primordial fierce beast, surging into his entire body from the shoulder, rampaging within him.
Thud, thud, thud...
One after another, Shen Qinglin spat out three mouthfuls of blood, his face ashen.
Inside his body, the meridians and internal organs were severely injured to varying degrees.
Shen Qinglin glared at Sui Yiren with anger, fear, and trembling terror.
Had Sui Yiren's strength reached such a shocking level? Was the pseudo-Divine level this formidable?
