The air vibrated ceaselessly, tinging everything a deep purple. The elders behind Shi Xiaole had no time to evade, hit by the scatterings of force, their faces turned red, spurting blood as they were blasted away.
On the contrary, martial artists in the Spiritual-Passage and Xuanqi Realm, knowing they could not bear the intensity, had pulled far back from the beginning to avoid significant injury.
Bang!
The spot where Shi Xiaole stood shaped a giant, yard-deep palm print in purple light, causing the wooden ground to crack inch by inch as if an earthquake had occurred.
"He must be dead, right?"
The two deputy city lords craned their necks, inexplicably feeling relieved.
They had indeed watched Shi Xiaole get crushed by the purple imprint and buried in the ground.
