This courtyard plaza, built at great expense and entirely paved with granite, was half-destroyed by the stunning strike just now, with massive cracks spreading in all directions, resembling a spider web.
Tap tap tap.
Du Hongming approached, neither hurried nor slow, holding an iron blade.
As the Hall Master of the Heavenly Net Sect's Hall of Punishment.
Unreservedly speaking, this counts as a truly top-tier master!
Even some of the lower-ranked, nominal Elders cannot compare to him.
With each step he took, the atmosphere at the scene became heavier, oppressive, stifling, making it hard to breathe.
Everyone held their breath, their hearts uneasy.
A moment passed.
A leaf drifted in the midst of the wind and snow.
Chen Yang extended his five fingers, the slightly green leaf landed in his palm, and with a gentle lift, it rose once more, spinning in the air, swaying uncertainly.
Wherever the wind goes, it follows, gathering and dispersing beyond its control.
