Just as Wang Xiaoqiang's confusion settled, a surge of qi that felt almost tangible suddenly locked onto him, rendering him unable to move a muscle. Wang Xiaoqiang opened his mouth to shout, but he couldn't make a sound.
With his eyes wide open, he watched as the pair of jade feet playing in the creek approached him, stood before him, her expression unchanged, as if Wang Xiaoqiang didn't even exist.
Wang Xiaoqiang hadn't reached the Immortal Stage; in front of the Heavenly Demoness who was at the Seventh Transformation of the Immortal, he was nothing but trash.
In just a few breaths, his face turned purple from the pressure of the Heavenly Demoness's qi. The fear in his heart slowly dissipated, replaced by anger, and in his rage, his body started to tremble.