"Little girl, not bad, but I wonder whether you can resist the pressure of my power."
The old man faintly smiled and then released all his power. In an instant, the whole room was filled with the pressure of his power. Under the strong pressure and unable to hold on, the middle-aged man and the other disciples of the Tian Family all groveled on the ground, but Zhong Ling'er was still struggling to resist the pressure.
Her hands pressed hard against the ground, and she bit her lip tightly. Her mouth was filled with blood, and she swallowed it.
The old man's eyes gradually changed, and he shook his head in pity.
"What a pity. Your ability is not bad. If you had returned to the Tian Family after you got that treasure, maybe you would have made a great achievement by now."
