'Pfft!'
The violent shock sent Lu Song, Wen Xi, and the others' blood and energy churning, and they could not help spitting out blood.
Jiang Fan reacted the fastest. The moment he landed, he flipped to his feet and shielded Jiang Ming and the others behind him.
Above them.
Xiao Yun hovered in the air, his figure as imposing as a mountain, earthen-yellow light endlessly flowing around him.
He looked down at the crowd, his gaze icy.
"Run? Do you think you can escape?"
"This official said it before: today, every one of you will be buried with my son!"
"Not one of you will leave alive!"
As he spoke, he slowly raised his right hand and spread his five fingers.
A dense earthen-yellow glow bloomed in his palm, condensing into a fist-sized sphere of light.
Then, he suddenly pressed downward.
Boom!
The earthen-yellow sphere of light instantly transformed into a dazzling pillar of radiance, carrying the might to destroy heaven and earth as it smashed viciously toward Jiang Fan and the others.
The air let out piercing explosions wherever the beam passed.
The stone slabs on the ground shattered one after another, turning to powder.
That terrifying pressure made it difficult even for Lu Song and the others to breathe.
It was as though an invisible mountain were pressing down on their chests.
"It's over!"
Lu Song closed his eyes in despair.
Wen Xi, Chen Zhao, and the others were equally pale, their bodies trembling beyond their control.
Before a True Realm expert, with their meager cultivation, they did not even have the courage to resist.
Yet, at this very moment between life and death.
Jiang Fan suddenly reached into his robes, and the next instant, a Golden Scale appeared in his hand.
"Whether we live or die depends