"SWOOSH—"
Wen Jiang lifted her hand, grasping at the empty air. Instantly, the passerby screamed, pinned down by an immense force, unable to move, and collapsed kneeling to the ground. His knees even made a sickening crack, a sound cringe-inducing to hear.
This sudden commotion immediately caught the attention of the group ahead. Everyone turned, staring at the scene in surprise.
"What happened?" Sheng Hongying quickly stepped forward. Seeing Wen Jiang staring coldly at a passerby, she sensed that something was wrong.
However, despite their heightened spiritual power, they hadn't detected any malice from this stranger. Otherwise, they would have been on guard much earlier.
Wen Jiang looked at the man and sneered. "One Tan Heming wasn't enough? Now you've set your sights on me?"
