The voice was gentle, carrying a seductive allure.
But the pressure from those hands was intense.
Xu Shu had once been shattered into pieces with a single clap from these meaty palms.
Thus, he knew Wuxin was powerful.
But he had never guessed Wuxin was this powerful!
That seemingly light push actually allowed no room for refusal, and even a furious Lance couldn't control his staggering, retreating body.
Each step back seemed to carry an iron plate several meters wide, heavily crushing the ground.
"Damn human, what exactly did you do to our Empress?!"
"How dare you abscond with our Empress's inheritance—unforgivable, utterly unforgivable!"
As he staggered backward, he continued to roar in anguish, his eyes bloodshot. After four or five shouts, and seventeen or eighteen steps back, he finally stopped.
Xu Shu gasped in shock.
