"You can't kill me! Otherwise, you'll be in big trouble!"
Wuxiang Venerable was being brutally beaten by Dugu Aotian and cried out repeatedly.
If he didn't beg for mercy, he would be beaten to death by Dugu Aotian.
The once high-and-mighty Venerable was being mercilessly thrashed by a stranger with Demonic Cultivation Skills, utterly losing face.
"If you confess your identity to the people of Baihe Country, I might spare your life."
"Okay, okay, okay."
Wuxiang Venerable couldn't care about his dignity; compared to his life, dignity was nothing.
Dugu Aotian stopped, and Wuxiang Venerable had no choice but to speak under Dugu Aotian's supervision, "That's right, I am the South Heaven Tyrant who was wanted by Changliu Holy Land three million years ago."
Wow.
The followers of Baihe Country were in an uproar.
The venerable they had exhausted their wealth to worship turned out to be the great thief South Heaven Tyrant.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
