"None of you are leaving today! Die—!"
As his words fell, the man let out a savage grin, his five fingers curling into claws. Ink-black spiritual energy gathered at his fingertips, forming five sharp beams that mercilessly clawed at Lin Ming's throat.
"Bang!!"
A dull, teeth-grinding impact boomed through the air, as though two mountains had collided head-on in mid-air. The surrounding air rippled outward in visible waves.
Yet it was not Lin Ming who had made a move. Zi Yan had somehow appeared before him, her right fist wrapped in a dense, nearly solid layer of purple-gold spiritual energy as it slammed into the man's claw light like a falling meteor.
The savage grin on the 4th Grade Sovereign's face had not even faded before it was replaced by terror.
He felt as though the claw light he had gathered with all his strength was as fragile as paper before her. The purple-gold fist force smashed through it with devastating ease, then struck his chest without losing any momentum.
A low, bone-cracking sound came from his chest. His entire body flew backward like a flung stone, plowing a deep trench dozens of zhang long through the ground before crashing into the trunk of a towering giant tree. The thick trunk snapped in half at the waist. He slid limply to the ground, blood gushing from his mouth. He struggled several times but could not rise.
The pupils of the other female 4th Grade Sovereign blocking the road suddenly contracted. She instinctively drew her weapon to offer support, but Zi Yan was far faster than her.
Zi Yan merely tapped the ground with her foot. As the earth cracked apart, her figure had already appeared behind the woman like a ghost.
Purple-gold light flashed at Zi Yan's fingertips. Before the