"You... how can you possess such terrifying power? And what tier of magic artifact is that Great Ding of yours? Just its pressure alone nearly shattered my powerful Ancient Lamp Magic Item!"
Ling Daoyi gritted his teeth, struggling to withstand the terrifying pressure radiating from the Bahuang Zhentianding. Staring at Ning Wangshu, he asked in disbelief, his voice strained.
Refining Soul Old Ancestor and Master Zhishang Chan also stared intently at Ning Wangshu.
Ning Wangshu's strength, and the terror of the Bahuang Zhentianding, had completely exceeded their imagination.
Especially now, as they faced the suppression of the Bahuang Zhentianding, which Ning Wangshu had activated to unleash the full might of a supreme-grade spirit artifact, they couldn't help but feel incomparably insignificant—as if they were ants gazing up at an elephant. The pressure and sense of powerlessness were overwhelming.
Refining Soul Old Ancestor was especially affected.
Knowing that Ning Wangshu had come here specifically to kill him and avenge Fang Ruchen, he couldn't stop trembling. Fear and dread filled his heart.
Hearing Ling Daoyi's question, Ning Wangshu gave a disdainful snort and said proudly, "How could the likes of you possibly fathom my power and methods?"
After a pause, Ning Wangshu glanced at Ling Daoyi and Master Zhishang Chan. "This had nothing to do with the two of you, but you insisted on sticking your necks out. You can't blame me for what happens next."
"I can spare your lives, but everyone must pay a price for their actions!"
With that, a cold expression appeared on Ning Wangshu's face. He raised his hand and pointed through the air at Ling Daoyi and Master Zhishang Chan in turn—
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Ling Daoyi and Master Zhishang Chan were struck as if by a heavy blow.
As though an invisible force had hit them