Firming his grip on Tianshi's blade, Qingyi threw him backwards, still keeping all his murderous intent on him, crushing him with his lineage projection.
"W-who the hell are you? H-how dare you hurt a son of the Gold King?" Tianshi questioned, his voice stuttering as he fell flat on his ass.
"Oh... I haven't hurt you, not yet." Qingyi stepped forward, his face filled with a smile so gentle and soft that it seemed friendly.
"Y-you... You... guards! GUARDS-" Tianshi's voice suddenly died away, a loud, ripping sound echoing as a strange, stinking weight accumulated in his pants.
At the same time, a yellowish liquid splashed onto the floor, forming a puddle around Tianshi.
"Oh shit... hahahaha, he shit his pants!" the True Immortal burst out laughing, slamming his hand on the table. "That's a good one, young man! This old man hasn't seen this much entertainment in years, hahaha."
