"You, what are you trying to do?"
The man instinctively swallowed hard, his eyes widened like bells, staring at Jiang Hui with a horrified expression, as if he had seen something that shattered his courage and soul.
Jiang Hui remained silent, his hands clasped behind his back as he looked down at the man from above.
"You... you may be powerful, but the force behind me is far beyond your imagination. Let me go now, and we can still talk things out!" the man stammered in fear.
Though his words were meant to threaten Jiang Hui, they lacked any sense of authority, trailing off weakly until they sounded almost like a mosquito's hum.
The fear was undeniable!
He was, after all, an Immortal Emperor.
Even on the highland, he stood as the unrivaled ancestor, second only to one, his power unmatched and transcendent. Yet under Jiang Hui's hands, he couldn't even withstand a single breath's time.
Jiang Hui had effortlessly almost obliterated his God Soul, crushing him like an ant.
