He stood in mid-air, his robes fluttering, exuding quite an aura of immortal energy. He was not yet forty years old but had achieved such accomplishments, truly a promising future.
"Are you speaking to me from above?" Qin Ming asked.
He still didn't turn around, but he had already extended his right hand. With a thunderous bang, a giant golden hand appeared in the night sky.
Qin Ming's true form remained motionless, while the giant golden hand swept across the sky, pressing down on the quasi-level master of the Xuandu Sect, pushing him directly to the ground. In the crackling sound, the person's bones fractured in dozens of places.
Some people were so shocked they almost said: Holy crap!
Speaking to him from high above was not allowed, considered an act of disrespect. Indeed, he was a madman.
