Xia Wuyuan looked down imperiously at Elder Liang on the ground, his tone utterly overbearing.
Elder Liang tried to get up, only to discover that an immense force had pinned his body down. He could not move at all.
So strong!
His strength is far above mine!
I'm no match for him!
Elder Liang was shocked. He had never expected Xia Wuyuan to be this powerful. Even a Night Court elder of his extraordinary strength had been pinned to the ground with a single palm strike, utterly powerless to fight back.
"Fellow cultivator, I mean no harm!"
Elder Liang knew when to yield. Seeing that he was no match for Xia Wuyuan, he promptly admitted defeat.
Xia Wuyuan said indifferently, "You dared trespass in my residence without my permission. That alone constitutes ill intent."
With that, he slowly raised his crimson right palm, Vital Energy swirling around it. Carrying a vast surge of terrifying Qi and Blood Power rich with Martial True Intent, he slammed his palm down at Elder Liang on the ground.
Boom!
A tremendous crash rang out.
Elder Liang was instantly driven underground by that palm strike, his figure vanishing from sight.
In his place, an enormous crater appeared in the ground. Masses of intensely hot crimson flames rose from within, twisting the surrounding air violently and splitting it with countless tiny spatial cracks.
"Senior, I was wrong! Please show mercy and spare my life!"
Inside the crater, Elder Liang suffered a fate worse than death amid the crimson flames and hurriedly begged for mercy.
He felt as though he was about to burn to ashes.
Every cell in his body was rapidly losing moisture.
His skin visibly blackened.
His vitality drained away at a terrifying rate.
In all his years dominating Haicheng, apart from the Night