The wedding hall smoldered with destruction.
The blood-soaked debris, the collapsed walls, the shattered pillars... none of it mattered for Zhao Tian.
What did matter was the last few survivors who still clung to their lives, standing amidst the wreckage with their weapons drawn.
Their bodies were trembling... not from exhaustion but from the sheer dread of facing him.
A man clad in deep violet robes with disheveled silver hair stepped forward.
He had a pair of gauntlets around his arms as he gripped them tightly. Unlike others who had grand techniques, he seemed to have great physical strength.
"Enough of your tricks," He stomped forward, and the ground beneath his feet sank, crushed beneath the sheer force of his physical strength.
BOOM!
With a single step, he vanished.
Zhao Tian's eyes flickered as the explosive energy from his fist came hurled toward his face.
THOOM!
