"Flying so high right in front of me? Get down."
Xia Ping looked up calmly at the dozen or so Red Scarf Bandits charging toward him.
Boom!
He took one step, and in that instant, the entire world seemed to sink into darkness. A colossal star descended from the void, suspended high above.
Strands of starlight wound around the star, as if turning the whole world into a realm of stars. It revolved slowly, radiating an ancient, sacred, and primordial aura.
What?!
The dozen or so Red Scarf Bandits hadn't even come within dozens of meters of Xia Ping when the star appeared. They immediately felt an unimaginably terrifying pressure on their bodies, as if they were carrying a mountain thousands of meters tall on their shoulders.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
They had been flying through the air, free of the earth's gravity, but now they all dropped like birds without wings, crashing to the ground like meteors.
In an instant, the dozen or so Red Scarf Bandits were pinned to the ground like turtles, as if carrying Five-Finger Mountain on their backs. The surrounding earth was crushed, sinking more than ten centimeters.
Rocks and rubble crackled as they were shaken apart, crumbling into dust.
They struggled with all their might, faces flushed red, but couldn't rise even an inch. They couldn't even lift the treasures in their hands, and could only lie there, crushed beneath the pressure.
With a spurt of blood, some of the weaker Red Scarf Bandits vomited blood from the shock. Their internal organs were badly injured, their bones creaked as if covered in cracks, and terrible pain wracked their bodies.
"What happened?! Why is it so heavy?!"
"Damn it, what's going on?!"
"What did that kid do to us?!"
The Red Scarf Bandits were horrified and