"How dare you! How dare you desecrate the master of celestial order!"
The envoy was furious, his immense presence locking onto Feng Wuchen, oppressing with a cold dominance.
"Blagh!"
Facing the terrifying and irresistible destructive force, Feng Wuchen spat out a mouthful of blood, his face wrenched in agony.
Confronted by such terrifying pressure, Feng Wuchen felt his body was on the verge of exploding, an unbearable sensation.
"What a terrifying pressure! What's going on? Is the third level of the Samsara Tower still unresponsive? Do you really want to watch me die?" Feng Wuchen was burning with anxiety.
"Feng Wuchen, you've just stepped into the Holy Realm, with your little strength, you're nothing but an ant in front of me!" The envoy said coldly, truly looking at Feng Wuchen as if he were an ant.
Of course, the envoy dared not kill, as he still needed to bring Feng Wuchen back for judgment.
"Come back with me to face judgment!" The envoy commanded.
