His other hand, imbued with powerful Spiritual Power, struck towards Yun Shangyuan.
Yun Shangyuan dodged to the side, the silver Spiritual Power hit a building, and with a loud crash, it collapsed.
He smirked coldly, palming Cang Qing's chest, channeling the Seven-colored Spiritual Power into him, sealing his Spirit Platform.
Deprived of his Spiritual Power, Cang Qing instantly felt weak all over, his body swaying as he nearly fell to the ground.
Taixu Zi reached out and grabbed the collar of his clothes from behind, holding him up.
And his arm also began to ache intensely, the pain turning his complexion pale and causing him to sweat profusely.
He clenched his teeth tightly, fresh blood even spilling from his mouth.
"Cang Qing, I will ask you once again, will you release them or not?"
Yun Shangyuan stood in front of him, looking down loftily like a celestial being untouched by mortal concerns.
And he felt as insignificant as an ant, as humble as grass.
