There, a figure was lurking, apparently planning to tear open space and escape while Xiao Ze wasn't paying attention.
But trying to escape right under a Dou Sheng Expert's nose? Xiao Ze could only say they'd picked the wrong plan.
He had come here to wipe them all out. How could he possibly let Old Ghost Zhaixing leave so easily?
So, upon noticing Old Ghost Zhaixing's movements, Xiao Ze raised a hand toward him and clenched it. In an instant, the space within a hundred meters abruptly solidified.
Old Ghost Zhaixing's expression changed drastically. He retreated at once, but it was like wading through a swamp. The space around him seemed glued fast by invisible, sticky mud, and every inch he retreated cost several times more Dou Qi.
"Damn it, I can't move!"
"Heh, Old Ghost Zhaixing, at the peak of Five-Star Dou Zun. Your strength is passable, but before this Saint, you're still as insignificant as an ant!" Xiao Ze swept his gaze over Old Ghost Zhaixing and smiled faintly.
Then he tightened his hand slightly. Old Ghost Zhaixing instantly felt as if he were facing a great enemy. The terrifying pressure left him without even the slightest thought of resisting.
It was as if the one before him wasn't Xiao Ze, but the very world itself.
"Xiao Ze, if you kill me, the Soul Hall Master won't let you off!" Old Ghost Zhaixing snarled.
"I'll be waiting for him!"
Xiao Ze gave Old Ghost Zhaixing one last look, then abruptly clenched his hand. The terrifying pressure crushed down on him in full. In the blink of an eye, Old Ghost Zhaixing could bear no more and burst apart, turning into a cloud of blood mist that vanished into the sky.
After doing all this, Xiao Ze remained expressionless,