Before the pressure of this Sixth Level God King, no matter how unwilling and furious Jiang Ping An was, it was all futile.
Before an absolute gap in strength, even if he chose to burn his origin and unleash all his potential, it would be like a mantis trying to stop a chariot—utterly useless.
"Bang!"
Another muffled boom rang out. Beneath that terrifying pressure, Jiang Ping An's arms, which had been desperately supporting him as he tried to rise, finally gave way. His arm bones snapped with a crisp crack, and searing pain spread through his entire body.
He crashed heavily onto the cold ground once more, his cheek pressed against rough sand and gravel as dust mixed with the stench of blood flooded his nostrils.
The giant palm descended. Death was at hand.
Just as that massive palm, containing King-level Sixth-Order laws, was about to fall.
A breeze of unknown origin swept over, brushing across the palm.
Something bizarre happened.
That terrifying strike, enough to crush a Fifth-Order God King, disintegrated in an instant before the breeze. It did not stir the slightest ripple of energy and simply vanished!
Then, a voice carrying endless vicissitudes and ancient resonance sounded beside them. Every word seemed to bear the weight of ages:
"Bai Family... have you fallen so low? You actually allowed outsiders to enter the Ancestral Land and run wild here."
At the sudden voice, Xiong Taohai's pupils contracted sharply. A fierce sense of danger swept through his body, making even his frame tremble.
He immediately unleashed his divine sense, frantically sweeping every inch of the surrounding space, trying to locate the source of the voice and lock onto the speaker.
"Who?! Who is playing tricks?! Get out here!"
There was panic and fury in Xiong Taohai's voice that even