The overwhelming pressure from the Ninth Prince, as mighty as a mountain, bore directly down on Qin Tian's head!
Qin Tian gathered all his True Qi to resist, but he felt like a spent arrow. His True Qi Storage had a chasm-like disparity compared to the Ninth Prince!
Crack...
The sound of the floor cracking continued, sweat poured from Qin Tian's forehead, his face turned red, and his knees bent slightly...
"Haha, this Qin Tian, a country bumpkin, actually has quite some backbone to withstand the Ninth Prince's pressure."
"But so what if he can withstand it? Before the Ninth Prince, he's less than a dog, hmph, he killed He Mingdong, and today the Ninth Prince will humiliate him to death!"
"If the Ninth Prince wants to kill him, it's as easy as crushing an ant, why go through so much trouble..."
