"Whoosh!"
In an instant, a wisp of force shot out.
It struck Xia Ze's dantian almost immediately.
Xia Ze had only just finished speaking when he suddenly felt a crushing blow to his dantian. A sharp pain surged through him.
His body jerked. His eyes flew wide, and he stared up at Ning Wangshu in disbelief. "You... you really dared to destroy my dantian and cripple my cultivation!"
His gaze was filled with despair, anger, resentment, venom, and a host of other emotions.
The old man coming down the stairs saw that Ning Wangshu had ignored his warning and crippled Xia Ze's dantian right in front of him. Shock and fury surged through him.
"Xiao Ze..."
He cried out, then jerked his head up and glared at Ning Wangshu. His eyes blazed with rage, and his face darkened as he snarled through clenched teeth, "You've got some nerve!"
"You dare commit violence in front of me and cripple my grandson's cultivation? You're asking for death—"
With a furious roar, he lunged down at Ning Wangshu, his eyes gleaming with murderous intent. He moved like lightning, his right hand curling like an eagle's claw as he viciously reached for the back of Ning Wangshu's neck.
Lying on the ground, Xia Ze saw his grandfather make his move. Enduring the agony of his ruined dantian, he glared at Ning Wangshu and snarled, "You damn bastard! You dared destroy my dantian. Now let's see how you die!"
His voice was full of fury and hatred, and his jaw clenched tight.
But when Ning Wangshu heard him, he merely raised an eyebrow and said coolly, "Oh? Is that so? You really think your grandfather, a Grandmaster at the ninth level of the Forming Yuan Stage, can do anything to me?"
Ning Wangshu gave a