At that very moment, Yan Haixuan's power had already seeped into the bodies of the Butcher and Qiu Shirong.
They were merely Third-Realm Great Venerables. How could they possibly stand a chance against a Creation Realm expert?
They felt their strength drain away as the vital energy and blood roiled within them.
"I've said it before: all those beneath the Creation Realm are nothing but ants."
Before they knew it, Yan Haixuan was standing right in front of the Butcher and Qiu Shirong.
He lifted his hands, and a gentle force helped Qiu Shirong up from the ground.
The force seemed gentle, but the two men could clearly feel the terrifying might it contained.
The pressure of a Creation Realm expert was not something they could ever hope to resist.
"Wh-what do you want?" the Butcher blustered.
Yan Haixuan didn't deign to reply. Power surged from his body, enveloping Qiu Shirong and the Butcher.
The pressure from this power intensified with each passing moment.
