Netherworld Narcissus Immortal Painting

As the hand descended, it was like the hand of a giant, with enough power to shake mountains.

Xia Ping suddenly felt like he was suffocating, as if his energy were being locked down by the hand.

It was like Mount Tai was crushing down on him, making it impossible for him to escape.

This level of power surpassed that of any Martial Master he had ever encountered.

At the very least, he was an expert of the eighth division of the Martial Master level or higher. Even

amongst elite students, he would be considered one of the top experts, on the verge of reaching the Grandmaster level.

With such power, it was easy to imagine how arrogant he could be. However, Xia Ping wasn't afraid. Eyes shining with cold light,

He said, "You want to teach me a lesson? Aren't you afraid that the wind will cut your tongue? Wait until you're strong enough before you talk to me again. "