"You..."
Cao Li's heart suddenly clenched.
He had the illusion that disaster was upon him.
He had never expected Ning Jiuying to be this ferocious.
Hadn't he supposedly been gravely wounded over a decade ago?
Why did he seem even more terrifying than he had been back then?
"Well, you little brat, want to try again?"
"Listen to your elders. Know which way the wind blows and let me leave quietly. Perhaps a few people on your Deer Gate Peak will survive."
"Fiend of the Demon Cave, enough of your arrogance! Form the formation!"
Three more white-haired old men appeared, taking their positions in the air to form a triangular spell formation.
An ancient well glowing with light slowly appeared.
Blazing light illuminated the night sky as it descended over Ning Jiuying's head.
"Child's play."
Ning Jiuying merely glanced at it and snorted in contempt.
At the same time, he swung his right hand again.
From the void, he pulled out another skull, two sizes larger.
"Since you little brats won't submit, I'll beat you until you're on your knees, kowtowing in submission."
Bang... rumble...
As the ancient well was smashed over, the three white-haired old men went drifting away like fallen leaves.
They could not withstand even a single blow.
The gap was far more than a little. Ning Jiuying certainly had the right to look down on these people.
His strength was there for all to see. They had no choice but to submit.
"Feng Nanshan was trash back then, and naturally, all his underlings are trash too. Apart from the great demon, everyone in Tai Chi Hall is garbage."
"Suppress..."
"Elder Cao..."
The other five people who had been knocked away all lunged over, one after another.
The three white-bearded old men who had been knocked away