The night was dark and heavy, and few people remained on the streets and alleyways.

One palace lantern after another hung in front of the House of Fallen Petals, casting shifting, mottled glows on the ground.

Not far away, the Daoist elder stood there with a smile, his tone warm and polite.

Yet, his words were utterly contemptuous, with a clear intent to humiliate. They went off in Mu Xi and his companions’ ears like a sudden crack of thunder.

Their intoxication vanished immediately, and all of them looked solemn.

“All of you, leave first.” Mu Xi took a deep breath and readied himself for battle.

However, the elder only laughed. “Since I’m here, how could I possibly leave you any hope of escape?”

With that, his right hand shot out of his sleeves and gently pressed down.

Boom!

A massive black hand condensed in the air. It was fully ten feet long. Lu Zhangfeng was over a hundred feet away when the giant hand bore down on him.

Lu Zhangfeng was an elder of Kongtong Academy, and he was now a Xiantian Martial Ancestor.

But in the face of this attack, he was as helpless as a gnat. The hand forced him to his knees with a bang, and he coughed up blood. The pressure was so immense that he couldn’t even raise his...