"Hmph, is that all?"
Under the dying glow of the setting sun, the green hills painted a picturesque scene.
Hei Zhenwu, tall and burly with a cold expression, crossed his arms. He looked down disdainfully at the multi-layered grand formations he had shattered with a single punch.
No pressure. Absolutely no pressure. He couldn't feel even a hint of a challenge!
On his way here, Hei Zhenwu had been in Killing God Mode all along. There simply wasn't anyone who dared to confront him; not a single opponent could withstand even one or two of his moves! Often, he only needed to unleash a gust of fist wind to shatter the Sect Alliance's various formations and completely secure victory.
At this moment, Hei Zhenwu looked at the Sect Alliance army fleeing in panic, lacking even the desire to make a move, utterly uninterested. He tilted his head up at a forty-five-degree angle, gazing at the sky and the setting sun, a lonely expression on his face.
