"Urgh, urghhh..."
As everyone went mad with terror, Li Xuancang had already seized the First Stockade Chief and Third Stockade Chief by the throats, lifting them into the air.
"Let... let... go of me..."
Veins bulged across their foreheads, their faces flushed crimson, and their hands relentlessly clawed at Li Xuancang. Their eyes were filled with terror.
More than half a year had passed since the battle at the Northern Liang Royal Residence.
Li Xuancang's strength had transformed once more. If he fought the Northern Liang King again, he was fully confident he could defeat him, and even had a fair chance of killing him.
To him now, those in the Profound Connection Realm were no different from ants, incapable of stirring even the slightest ripple.
Bang!
With a slight exertion of force, Li Xuancang shattered their meridians and destroyed their foundations. In an instant, they became cripples.
Li Xuancang did not kill them. He intended to take them back to Yu Prefecture and let Shangguan Hong personally avenge his hatred.
"Run!"
The tens of thousands of bandits' eyes nearly split open. Their bodies seemed nailed in place, completely refusing to obey them.
Their pillar that held up the sky, Mulin Stockade's greatest reliance in running rampant across the land, had been subdued by Li Xuancang in the blink of an eye. Their sky had instantly collapsed.
To them, Li Xuancang was the Grim Reaper come to claim their lives. They all fled in a mad scramble.
A startling killing intent flashed through Li Xuancang's eyes. He pressed his palm downward, and the winds and clouds immediately changed color as lightning flashed and thunder roared. A gigantic hand stretching over a thousand meters descended, blotting out the sky and sun.
The massive hand blanketed heaven and earth, freezing the surrounding