"Hm?"
Ning Wangshu's words made everyone present freeze for a moment. They all stared up at him in astonishment.
After Zhou Ji recovered from his surprise, he laughed instead of getting angry. "Heh, heh-heh... Are you dreaming? With Third Elder Qin right here, you think you can kill me?"
Pointing at himself, he wore a mocking, disdainful expression, as if he thought Ning Wangshu's words were nothing but a joke.
Qin Yaowu, the Third Elder of the Qin Family standing beside Zhou Ji, strode forward and glared at Ning Wangshu. He gave a heavy snort. "How dare you!"
"You dare spout such arrogant nonsense in front of me? Aren't you afraid the wind will catch your tongue?"
"Heh. Heh-heh..."
Ning Wangshu smiled. He glanced sidelong at Qin Yaowu, narrowed his eyes, and slowly shook his head. "The ignorant really are fearless."
"You think a mere peak Soul Division cultivator like you can stop me from killing anyone?"
Qin Yaowu flew into a rage. As the Qin Family's dignified Third Elder and a peak Soul Division ancestor, when had anyone ever dared treat him with such contempt and insult?
"Arrogant!"
Qin Yaowu roared angrily, no longer able to hold back. A tremendous aura surged from within him, crashing forth like a mountain flood.
Then he struck out with his palm, sending a fierce, domineering force surging through the air. In an instant, it transformed into a gigantic palm that slammed toward Ning Wangshu!
"Rumble—"
The void trembled abruptly.
Terrifying pressure swept out like an immense, surging flood.
Everyone nearby felt their breathing falter. Their chests suddenly grew oppressively tight, as if a great mountain had come crashing down on them. Some of the weaker cultivators were so overwhelmed they nearly spat blood.
The dreadful might left everyone present aghast.
They stared