Chen Nan's eyes widened in fury, his limbs bound by the Ice Chain, suspending him in mid-air. The cold practically froze him as he watched helplessly while the Demon-Subduing Pestle pierced his chest.
Blood spurted out as a peculiar force surged into his body, even suppressing and sealing his mana. He couldn't exert any of his power.
The Demon-Subduing Pestle could seal cultivation, causing Chen Nan to plummet from a Great Cultivator of the Golden Core Realm to an ordinary mortal.
"Who would have thought, the dignified Sect Leader of Moon River Valley, would stoop to such treachery."
Chen Nan's tone was thick with sarcasm, seemingly unafraid, but he secretly communicated with the Immortal Palace Space. Finding the connection still intact, he heaved a sigh of relief.
Qiao Que walked over, stomping viciously on Chen Nan, his face contorted: "Brat, still so defiant? I'll cut out your tongue soon, let's see if you'll still talk then!"
