Zhao Honglie stretched out a massive black hand toward the crowd.
The people from the Governor Mansion and the two sects and three schools fled immediately upon noticing something was wrong. By now, they had managed to put some distance between themselves and Zhao Honglie. However, those who had merely come to spectate were left trailing behind.
Demonic Qi coiled around Zhao Honglie's enormous hand, exuding a chilling aura.
"Get lost!"
As the black hand reached for them, terror painted the faces of the onlookers. They desperately drew their weapons and slashed at Zhao Honglie's hand.
Black light glistened on Zhao Honglie's hand, making it appear as hard as steel. The flurry of blades and swords landed on it with clanging sounds but failed to leave even a scratch.
Seeing the panic and desperation on their faces filled Zhao Honglie with immense satisfaction. He couldn't help but erupt into loud laughter.
