The crowd's reaction instantly told Zhao Wude who had arrived: the legendary young prodigy, the head of the Green Maple Li Clan—Li Xinge!
In the month since he'd taken office in Baihe County, that name had become thunderously familiar to him.
He'd never imagined that the Li Family Head was so terrifyingly powerful. With his early Qi and Blood Realm cultivation, he couldn't even withstand a casual blow from him.
The rumors said he was only eighteen.
He'd assumed they were greatly exaggerated. How strong could an eighteen-year-old boy possibly be?
Even in the County Prefecture, he'd never seen a genius like this. But after experiencing it firsthand today, he felt like a joke.
"Li... Li Family Head, spare... my life."
As Li Xinge slowly approached, Zhao Wude struggled to get up from the ground. But a white boot with a black sole came down hard on his face, grinding it against the rough sand. At that moment, Zhao Wude's mind went completely blank.
"In Baihe County, there's no room for someone as damn arrogant as you. From now on, whenever you see someone from my Li Clan, keep your head down and know your place!"
Li Xinge's gaze was indifferent, his expressionless face betraying nothing.
An indescribable wave of humiliation surged through Zhao Wude, nearly choking him.
His eyes bulged, bloodshot, his eyeballs seeming ready to burst.
Zhao Wude said, each word bitten off: "Li... Xing...ge!"
Li Xinge paid no heed to Zhao Wude's towering hatred, as if he'd merely stepped on an ant.
He lifted his foot and said coolly to Li Xingcong, "Take the County Magistrate back to his residence."
"Yes."
Seeing the strange looks from the soldiers around him—and their barely suppressed smirks—Zhao Wude felt his blood rush to his head. Then his vision went black,