At a single thought from Ying Cang, Li Xi, whose cultivation had reached the Ninth Level God King realm, along with the other women in the courtyard, immediately became unable to move. Their faces were filled with terror.
"Stop!"
Jiang Ping An, who had always been calm, instantly lost his composure. He drew his gray Divine Saber and charged forward, intending to attack Ying Cang.
However, just as he took one step forward, an invisible force bound him, preventing him from taking another step.
The veins on Jiang Ping An's face bulged, making him look terrifying.
Ying Cang poured himself another cup of tea and said unhurriedly:
"For so many years, you never lost your composure, even when facing life-or-death situations. Yet now, you can't control your emotions. You know you can't win, but you still want to fight a Lord God to the death. Utterly foolish."
Jiang Ping An took a deep breath and struggled to control his unstable emotions.
"You can kill me, but my family has no enmity with Senior. I hope Senior can show mercy."
"You're a cripple. What would be the point of killing you? Killing your family would be interesting."
Ying Cang's finger swept over the drops of tea, sending them flying toward Li Xi. With a bang, Li Xi, who had reached the Ninth Level God King realm, turned into a mist of blood, and the stench of blood filled the air.
"Ying Cang!" Jiang Ping An's expression twisted, and he roared furiously.
Because of his emotional upheaval, his blood began to flow faster, and his eyes turned scarlet.
Terrifying killing intent surged from his body in waves.
He struggled desperately, attempting to mobilize the power within him.
But under his opponent's might, he could not move at all. One blood vessel after