The next second, before Che Xiujun even knew what had happened, that giant hand seized his body in an instant like an eagle snatching a chick.
Bang!
With a light squeeze of that giant hand, the armor that had originally been incomparably sturdy—even capable of blocking demon attacks—was shattered into fragments, chunks clattering to the ground.
Che Xiujun himself was seized, then with a slap, viciously hurled to the ground, smashing out a human-shaped crater. Dirt sprayed everywhere, and dust billowed into the air.
Unable to withstand that force, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Commander Che!"
Everyone present cried out in alarm. Especially the soldiers—Che Xiujun, whom they revered like a god and regarded as a hero, had been seized like a chick and beaten half to death on the spot.
They simply could not believe their own eyes. It did not feel real at all.
At the sight of this, Gao Ding was scared pissless, trembling from head to toe. Even Commander Che Xiujun was no stronger than a chick before this man. Such strength was terrifying beyond measure.
Having offended such a great figure, he did not even know how many times he would have to die. Even the City Lord might not be able to save him.
Meng Nan and the others, however, did not find this particularly shocking. Although Che Xiujun was fairly strong, hailed as the commander of Qingyang City's three armies, peerless among them, and once had earned illustrious military achievements, compared to the monster Xia Ping who had effortlessly slaughtered hundreds of Nether Ghosts and thousands of Petrifying Demon Snakes, he was merely a novice—not worth mentioning.
"Alright, how should I deal with you? Do you want to be torn apart by five horses, or chopped into ten thousand pieces?!"
Xia