At the Prince Regent's Residence, under a giant golden pagoda, Ye Futian was now imprisoned beneath it.
On top of the pagoda, the might of the Way continuously blasted down on his body. He sat on the ground, blood streaming down from the corner of his mouth, and rolls of brilliant light screen flowed down from the top of the pagoda, making it hard for him to sit up straight.
The sword will on his body continued flowing, and his eyes were still sharp. He kept his eyes forward indifferently.
Many cultivators of Prince Regent's Residence were standing there.
The person in the forefront was a majestic-looking middle-aged man clad in a golden robe with embroidery of pythons. A strong sense of murder was in his eyes, and he stared at Ye Futian coldly.
The son of the Prince Regent, Li Jing, was also the father of Li Xuan.
The person that Ye Futian had killed was his youngest son.