The Ancestor of War

With a casual gesture, Ling Xiao seized the woman in golden armor and simply held her in his hand, letting her struggle while remaining as immovable as a mountain.

It all happened so quickly that some people had not even seen what had occurred before the woman beside the War God Palace's great figure was captured.

Everyone stared at Ling Xiao in shock and surprise, never expecting things to turn out this way.

The woman in golden armor was powerful, yet she had still been restrained with effortless ease. This showed there was an enormous gap between them.

"Bastard! Let me go!" Jin Ruyi struggled, trying to pry away the hand gripping her neck, only to discover that no matter how she activated her divine power, she could not shake it in the slightest. Instead, the grip grew tighter and tighter, nearly suffocating her.

"Move again, and I'll twist your neck off. I treat you like this, and your elder remains unmoved? Why don't you hurry and have that worthless master of yours save you?"

Ling Xiao said with a cold sneer. His black hair whipped wildly around him, arrogance written all over him as a wicked aura surged forth.

Especially the ghostly gleam flickering in his eyes—it was bewitching and enigmatic, making no one dare meet his gaze.

Feeling the killing intent radiating from Ling Xiao, the woman in golden armor shuddered inwardly. She obediently quieted down, not daring to struggle further, allowing him to do as he pleased.

"Hehe, you've got some power. That's beyond my expectations, but this is still not enough."

At that moment, an indifferent chuckle came from within the palanquin, without much fluctuation in its tone.

"Release her. Crawl to me on your knees, kowtowing at every step, and beg for forgiveness. Otherwise, I