"Ye Zhen, if you know what's good for you, you should release Princess Jie Youu. Otherwise, with just one command from me, I'll have you crushed into mud!" Lord Xitian slowly approached, and the spiritual power emanating from his body surged wave after wave, instantly elevating to the peak of the Ninth Stage of Dao Entrance Realm.
The pressure, as if tangible, poured down onto Ye Zhen like a mountain.
"Release her? Do you take me for a fool?" A trace of madness flickered at the corner of Ye Zhen's mouth. Surrounded by so many strong individuals of the mid-late Dao Entrance Realm, with tens of thousands of troops encircling from all directions, without Princess Jie Youu as a shield, wouldn't this be seeking death?
"Courting death!"
Two words burst from Lord Xitian's lips, and with a mere shoulder tremor, he appeared out of thin air in front of Ye Zhen, striking downwards with his palm.
