After Ning Wangshu finished speaking, Liang Menghua was so furious that he laughed. "So what if I killed her? Ha! What a fine 'so what if I killed her'!"
"You're arrogant, but I never expected you to be arrogant to this extent! Who do you think you are, saying you want to kill me? Do you really take me for some pushover?"
"And why should I care where we are? Do you really think everyone in the Xuanji Tianzong—and all the elders here—doesn't exist?"
As he spoke, Liang Menghua sneered again and again.
The other elders in the hall were also angered by Ning Wangshu's "arrogant" attitude. Several of them were visibly indignant, their expressions darkening.
One elder could no longer hold back and was about to rise and speak.
But just then, Ning Wangshu glanced at Liang Menghua and sneered. "Sorry, but in my eyes, you're no different from a lump of mud."
Before he had finished speaking, Ning Wangshu simply reached out and grabbed at the air!
"Vmmm!"
In an instant, an immense force surged forth like a raging tide.
Liang Menghua's heart lurched. He was just about to react when he discovered that the power within his body had been sealed, and he couldn't move a muscle.
Then a giant hand materialized out of thin air and seized him in its grip.
Liang Menghua's face went pale with shock.
Before he could speak, Ning Wangshu's faintly chilling voice rang out again. "You're nothing but an ant, yet you really think I can't kill you?"
"Die!"
As soon as Ning Wangshu spoke, his outstretched hand suddenly clenched!
"Bang!"
Liang Menghua had no time to react. The giant hand Ning Wangshu had conjured crushed his body, which exploded with a thunderous boom and became a cloud of blood mist!