Yermolai nearly peed his pants. He only thought this mysterious place contained some sort of secret. He never expected Forty-nine to be in closed-door meditation here. Otherwise, he would not even have dared approach this place.
“I-I was wrong! I promise I will never do such a thing again!”
Quanesha said coldly, “So you know fear. I thought you weren't afraid of anything.”
At that moment, Yermolai had to suppress the urge to shut Quanesha up. He thought to himself, ‘What the hell do you think you are doing? Don’t you know that he’s a powerful figure who can even annihilate Macrocosm Ancestral Gods?’
“Although I can spare your life, you cannot escape punishment.”
James struck Yermolai’s chest, and a hole was pummeled through him. Meanwhile, a mysterious power spread throughout his body. James released his grip, and Yermolai collapsed to the ground. Yermolai stood up with great difficulty and hurriedly catalyzed power to heal his injury, which rejuvenated at a rapid pace. Even so, his internal injuries were grave. James’ strike had shaken his fundamentals, and he needed a long time to recuperate.
“Thank you for sparing my life.”
Saying that, he turned to leave. Faced with James, he did not show any temper at all. Even though he was injured, he did not even utter a single retort.
Seeing this, Quanesha was elated. After Yermolai left, she burst into a peal of laughter and said, “He has never been beaten up before. I guess that will teach him a lesson!”
James glanced at her and asked, “Why is he here at the Mount Snow Sect?”
Quanesha looked at him and asked, “Do you know him?”
James nodded slightly and said, “I guess so. When I was in the Twelfth Universe, he offended a living being of the Twelfth Universe and tried to annihilate him. I intervened in time and stopped him, injuring him in the process.”
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