A Foundation Establishment Cultivator Deploys an Invincible Defensive Barrier

“Get lost! What are you looking at, you perverts!”

Beneath the moonlight, a beautiful woman with bandages wrapped around her chest cut across the night sky.

Whenever Ziqing turned his hands over, the ground surged up or sank down, while each step Yeom Nancheon took carved a long scar into the earth.

Each time the two collided, the windows of nearby homes rattled, and the spectators screamed—but, strangely, none of them left.

It seemed fear and the desire to watch were two separate things.

“Immortal! Please save me!”

Ziqing was in no shape to fight.

Ziqing’s robe was shredded and stained all over with blood.

“Ziqing?”

I immediately spread my new technique, Divine Sense, thinly over a wide area, and the entire scene filled my mind like a blueprint...