Boom!
Liu Qingqing raised a hand and pressed it toward the Wuliang Sword Sect youth before her. An immense pressure surged toward him.
He seemed to slam into an iron wall and was instantly sent flying.
Pfft!
As he flew, blood sprayed from his mouth. Most of his bones were shattered, and even his martial foundation had been damaged.
Without some extraordinary opportunity, he would probably never recover.
Still, although the young man was badly injured, Liu Qingqing had held back.
The Wuliang Sword Sect had lost the moral high ground in the Black Tide unrest, but its foundations remained strong. It still firmly outmatched Huoyan Valley, and she had no intention of taking things too far.
Otherwise, a casual blow from a Martial Artist at the Extreme Realm would have reduced the young man to pulp.
"Cough, cough... cough, cough."
The youth flew hundreds of meters before barely managing to stop himself. He hastily assessed his injuries, and his face turned ashen. More blood gushed from his mouth.
But even after suffering such grievous injuries, he didn't dare come forward to argue again. He had recognized the situation:
He was one thing; the Sword Sect was another. They couldn't be lumped together.
Before a Martial Artist at the Extreme Realm, he wasn't worth a damn.
So the young man forced down his anger and bowed stiffly to Liu Qingqing, thanking her for sparing his life. Then he started descending, intending to lead his Divine Might Army away.
"Hold it. Did I say you could leave?"
Just then, Jiang Yan spoke. Vital Energy gathered in the sky above Moyun City, and a massive hand abruptly pressed down, clamping the youth in its grip.
"Senior, what do you mean by this?"
Temporarily trapped, the youth's eyes blazed with anger. His voice