All lands under the heavens were under the Imperial Authority!
The world was mine! You were in my turf, yet wanted to come and go freely as you please? What a joke!
Ling Han stretched out his hand and pressed, immediately drawing forth countless currents of air. They began slicing towards Xiao Miaoyan, akin to a series of Divine Swords.
This was not his battle prowess, but rather the use of the power of nation.
Theoretically speaking, as long as he was in command of the Great Ling Empire, he could barrage any corner within the territory via totems. But, this would require a tremendously strong mental energy to support it—even if Ling Han's spirit had already advanced to the Shattering Void Tier earlier than expected, it still could not reach infinite boundaries.
But Xiao Miaoyan was just ten li in front of him; if he could not control anything even at such short distance, then he was too useless, and the power of nation too meaningless.