They froze, unable to advance any further. I wasn't exerting the full extent of my power, but its small fraction was enough to make them regret living.
The legs of the three cultivators before me were trembling, and their breaths irregular, scared that their lives might be extinguished at any given second. It felt nice to be superior.
"T-This is impossible," the lady muttered, trying her best to pitch the words together.
I looked at them with cold eyes piercing their soul, "This isn't the response I waited for."
They were nothing more than Qi Condensation cultivators. To mortals, they were immortals capable of doing extraordinary things. Things that devised common sense.
But before me? Before me, they were ants; just like ants, a simple strike of my palm was enough to end them.
One of the cultivators decided to act first, kotowing before me, kissing the green grass and the mud beneath our feet, pledging to me, "Please, forgive my attitude, Senior."
