He Xixiang did more than simply stand in front of Ye Ningshuang.
The old man also tried to use other methods or spells against Ye Ningshuang, but with He Xixiang there, all his methods failed.
Now, never mind killing Ye Ningshuang-he could not even kill an ant.
"I refuse to accept this!"
The old man roared.
He fixed his eyes on Nine Abysses, spiritual power erupting throughout his body.
He Xixiang was a little conflicted.
Clenching her fist, she wondered how much strength she should use.
How about trying ten percent of my strength first?
With that thought, He Xixiang threw a punch.
"Bang!"
A dazzling white light enveloped heaven and earth.
With that single punch from He Xixiang, the old man and the Demon Sword Nine Abysses were reduced to dust.
Not only that, but everything for ten thousand li ahead of He Xixiang was now flat ground.
Mountains or anything else-nothing remained beneath that punch.
Ying Huaixu and the others stared at the flat ground ahead, their jaws dropping.
He Xixiang sighed.
"Ah, it's all because I'm not good at magical combat. I don't really understand how much force to use to kill this thing without hurting the flowers and grass!"
Ying Huaixu fell silent.
Ye Ningshuang's gaze also cleared at that moment.
As for He Xiuyuan, his eyes began darting about.
He was wondering whether to tell He Xixiang that his father often spoke ill of his aunt.
But He Xiuyuan wondered whether his aunt might beat his father to death!
Although He Xiuyuan was very rebellious toward his father, he had never considered patricide!
Forget it, forget it. My father hasn't had it easy either.
For once, He Xiuyuan felt a surge of filial affection.
Ying Huaixu also sank into thought.
*How about just taking Master