Not only that, her skin as white as jade was now flushed red, which was shocking to anyone who saw it.
And those eyes were bloodshot and red.
But even so, she still stood calmly, with her back straight and her legs straight, without any bend.
"Hmph, you still haven't knelt down until now. Su Zian, you have raised a good daughter!" Li Yaoxiang's eyes became even colder and he was very unhappy.
Su Zian was anxious and shouted at Su Luo: "Kneel down quickly!"
Su Luo's forehead was covered with sweat, but her expression remained unchanged. Her voice was cold but strong: "It's not like surrendering to any evil forces, it's the Tao in my heart!"
Only when the Tao exists and the mind is persevering can one make rapid progress.
Cultivation not only cultivates the body, but also cultivates a strong heart.
Li Yaoxiang looked at the stubborn girl in front of him mockingly.
Being able to remain unkneeling under his pressure was quite arrogant. However, he hated such arrogance the most.
A murderous intention flashed in Li Yaoxiang's eyes, and the pressure of the strong man became stronger and stronger, spreading towards the entire hall with Su Luo as the center.
Under the tyrannical pressure, Su Zian's legs shook, as if he would fall to his knees in the next moment. When Li Yaoxiang was not paying attention, he moved back step by step, gradually moving away from the center of the air pressure.
Su Jingyu was not as strong as his father, so he just heard a bang and fell to his knees from a distance.
Originally, a strong man like Li Yaoxiang should have the dignity of a strong man, and should not have the same exposure as a junior like Su Luo.
But for a narrow-minded person like Li Yaoxiang, we really cannot use common sense to judge.
Su Jingyu knelt down, and Su Zian almost knelt down, but the stinky girl in front of him was still standing upright. This was an unforgivable sin for Li Yaoxiang.
He felt that his strong majesty was offended.
Suddenly, Li Yaoxiang waved his hand and released the last two points of the strong man's pressure!
For a moment, the air in the hall suddenly condensed.
"Bang——" Su Zian, who finally retreated a short distance, could no longer stand and fell to his knees.
Li Yaoxiang's lips curled into a sneer.
Her father is already kneeling down, how can this stinky girl not kneel down?
However, what surprised him was that this stinky girl was still standing upright.
The floor beneath her feet had long since shattered, and her feet sunk into the ground for a full foot, but even so, she still did not bend her back, let alone fall to her knees.
Li Yaoxiang's face instantly became very ugly.
Although Su Luo still remained unyielding, only she knew how much she was suffering at this time.
The cold sweat on his forehead condensed into beads and rolled down drop by drop.
The eyeballs were red and seemed to burst in the next moment.
Her skin, which was as white as jade, was now like a cracked spider web, with bits of blood oozing out, making it unbearable to look at.
The spiritual energy in Su Luo's body was circulating wildly, and the Great Void Palm was hovering above his head, stubbornly resisting the coercive aura of a strong man.
The more she resists, the more she understands the gap between herself and the truly strong, and the more she understands that every level is an insurmountable gap.
Su Luo originally calculated that there was a 10% chance that she could resist, but now she helplessly understood that she didn't even have a half chance of winning.
The eighth-level Li Yaoxiang is too powerful, and she cannot resist it now.
what to do?
A hint of uneasiness flashed through Su Luo's heart. A stream of sweat hung on her forehead and flowed into her eyes. It stung her eyes, but she didn't blink.
Smelly girl, you are so stubborn! Li Yaoxiang snorted coldly. It seemed that she would not bow her head unless she was shown how powerful she was.