The massive hand that could easily tear through the void arrived before Ning Xuan in an instant, stopping only a few inches from his neck. Yet, those few inches had become an insurmountable chasm. No matter how the attacker pushed forward, the hand remained at the exact same distance from Ning Xuan's neck. It was as if Ning Xuan wasn't standing before him but was separated by vast stretches of time and space.
In Ning Xuan's eyes, his assailant was not a hulking brute but a tottering toddler. That was why he could prevail so effortlessly.
The so-called experts from the Seven Great Families appeared different to him than they did to the Hundred Families' Seven Saints. In the eyes of the Seven Saints, their opponents were the rulers of this world. No matter how powerful the Saints were, they could never break free, making victory impossible. In Ning Xuan's eyes, however, they were nothing more than a motley crew, mere clay chickens and ceramic dogs.
