The terrifying pressure of a Human Dao Foundation Establishment suddenly descended.
Yet from Qin Xuan's perspective, the blow felt like less than a gentle breeze.
Qin Xuan: "..."
'I just called you Old Wang, why'd you get so worked up?'
With a flip of his hand, Qin Xuan made the Silver-White Long Sword in his grasp tremble lightly.
BUZZ!
A clear sword cry rang out. A gash was torn in the air, from which a pure, viscous "Crimson Gold" that resembled magma flowed out.
BOOM!
An incomplete Power of Position erupted from Qin Xuan's body. Wang Jian's body jolted violently, his pale face flushed an unnatural, blood-red hue from the force of the Position.
"Po-… Positional Divine Techniques!" Wang Jian spat out a mouthful of blood, his expression horrified.
"When did you become an Incense Master of the Holy Sect?!"
Qin Xuan grinned. "Just now."
Hearing this, Wang Jian's face changed drastically.
"Master Qin, I didn't mean to offend you... Please, retract your Position..."
