The Heavenly Yuan Brush hovered in the sky, its white hairs hanging downwards to bind Lei Qinghai’s limbs. Some of the hairs even penetrated into his flesh, preventing him from circulating any of his Genesis Qi.

Lei Qinghai was basically akin to a pig waiting to be slaughtered at this current moment.

Hence, Lei Qinghai hurriedly nodded his head the moment he saw Zhou Yuan’s murder infused fist stop, ignoring the pain that was arcing through his face as he said, “It’s ...