A punch wrapped in golden light came crashing heavily.
"Saint King Realm Eighth Layer?" Xiao Yi frowned, yet continued savoring the fine wine in his hand, not even sparing a glance at Jin Hu.
This level of martial artist was not even worth him drawing his sword.
Bang... Bang... Bang...
Suddenly, a vast area of quicksand appeared beneath Jin Hu's feet.
Jin Hu's burly figure instantly sank into it.
At the same time, several soft strands of quicksand rose, ensnaring his legs and body.
Bang... Bang... Bang...
One after another, nine sand pillars erupted from the quicksand, surrounding Jin Hu.
One end of the sand pillars, sharp like spears, pointed directly at Jin Hu's throat.
"I advise you not to move recklessly." Tang Sha coldly glanced at Jin Hu.
Jin Hu's face was full of anger, but he could clearly feel a violent aura from the quicksand, as if it could explode at any moment.
"Impressive." Xiao Yi glanced at Tang Sha, a look of slight surprise appearing on his face.
