His spiritual power was sealed.
Sealed shut completely.
Taiyi Divine Power poured from Zhou Xuan's palm into Pei Zhengyang's meridians, tying a knot at every spiritual power node and locking the entire network tight.
Pei Zhengyang's feet left the ground.
Zhou Xuan lifted Pei Zhengyang with one hand.
The air in the Square froze.
The four Blue-Robed Envoys stopped mid-motion. The Blue-Robed Female Cultivator's half-formed Hand Seal dispersed, her hands trembling. The Young Male Cultivator's Jade Plaque was still glowing, but he stood rigid, staring at Zhou Xuan's back.
Yang Wudi nearly lost his grip on his halberd.
Early Spirit Transformation.
Five cultivators at early Spirit Transformation.
Their leader dangled in the air with a single hand clamped around his throat, his spiritual power completely sealed. He could not even struggle.
Pei Zhengyang's face turned purple. All he could feel was the uncannily powerful hand around his throat and the blood rushing to his head.
"What was that you said?"
Zhou Xuan's voice came from close beside his ear, slightly breathless. That move had clearly taken a fair amount out of him.
"Conduct your own survey?"
Pei Zhengyang opened his mouth, but with his throat clamped shut, he could not make a sound.
Zhou Xuan loosened his fingers a little, leaving Pei Zhengyang room for half a breath.
"Speak."
Pei Zhengyang's face twisted as he hung in the air. He tried to summon his spiritual power to break free, but the Taiyi Divine Power in his meridians did not budge. Unable to use his spiritual power, he felt fear crawling through him. He was no different from a mortal.
"City... Lord Zhou..." Pei Zhengyang's compressed vocal cords distorted the words. "I..."
"You rank in the top fifty in Central Province?" Zhou Xuan's arm remained steady.
Pei Zhengyang glanced down at