“You, you, let go of me!” The Golden Phoenix Pavilion’s disciple shouted furiously as he continued to struggle.

Huang Xiaolong released his grip and pushed out with his palm. The Golden Phoenix Pavilion’s disciple flew backwards, knocking into his peers standing behind him. In an instant, more people were knocked into the air.

Li Zhi and Wang Yu's faces tightened gloomily.

The Golden Phoenix Pavilion’s disciple had an innate herculean strength, as he had cultivated an ancient body tempering technique that had further strengthened his flesh. Even though he was a peak late-Eighth Order Ancient God Realm, his strength was comparable to an average Ninth Order Ancient God Realm cultivator; yet he was sent flying with a slight push from Huang Xiaolong's palm!

Not to mention, Huang Xiaolong was a mere late-Seventh Order Ancient God...