Boom!
After a thunderous sound, the senior expert at the late stage of the Innate Realm who was defending with his sword retreated five or six steps before stopping. He took several deep breaths to suppress the terror in his heart and looked towards Xie Tian.
On seeing Xie Tian, his eyes nearly split with rage, and he shouted threateningly, "Release the young master!"
Xie Tian didn't even spare him a glance, merely glanced at the young master and asked, "Now, tell me your name."
"Ba, Ba Cong," the young master replied in fright.
"Ba Cong, undeserving of your name, just a little cleverness," Xie Tian shook his head. Under Ba Cong's gaze, he put the storage bag into his chest pocket, then pointed a finger at Ba Cong's chest. In just four to five breaths, Ba Cong looked completely wilted, like a man stricken with severe illness.