For a moment, among the scholars kneeling on the ground, apart from the first few rows, a large stretch behind them was conspicuously empty.
Wang Xuan did not even turn his head.
Those people thought they were moving quietly, unaware that to a Human Immortal's senses, every movement they made was perfectly clear.
"Trying to run?"
An indescribably terrifying fist intent suddenly erupted from Wang Xuan's body.
The wind stopped.
Even time seemed to freeze.
Fine crimson lightning crawled across the ground with sizzling crackles as tyrannical, invincible fist intent directly sealed off the entire plaza.
Having surpassed the limits of the Substantial Fist Intent realm, he could control his fist intent with the utmost precision, achieving absolute mastery.
The fist intent precisely covered every fleeing scholar, like invisible blades stabbing directly into each target's brain.
There were no screams, no struggles.
Their eyes were wide open, their pupils dilated, yet there was not even a trace of fear in them.
A pale fluid flowed from their seven orifices. It was bodily fluid left behind after their brains had been directly vaporized by the fist intent, while their souls were ground into nothing bit by bit beneath that tyrannical will.
Their fragile wills simply could not withstand such substantial fist intent, as though it were heavenly punishment.
Before a Human Immortal's fist intent, these powerless scholars were no different from ants.
Thud, thud, thud...
One corpse after another collapsed limply to the ground with dull thumps.
Wang Xuan ignored the people who fell dead one after another.
Under the shroud of such tyrannical fist intent, everyone present felt like insects trapped in amber, unable to move, their thoughts becoming sluggish.
"Hong Xuanji!"
Wang Xuan suddenly spoke. His voice was not loud, yet it exploded beside Hong Xuanji's ear like thunder.