The whole place was shocked into silence.
You could hear a pin drop.
A gust of wind blew in.
It swept away the bloody smell that filled the air above the estate.
Everyone stared wide-eyed and dumbfounded at the calm and composed Fang Yu.
As if nothing had happened.
With just a wave of his sleeve, he defeated more than fifty cultivators of the Heaven Stepping Realm.
What kind of method, what kind of spirit is this?
Then the question arises!
Just how high is this person's cultivation?
The guests dared not speak, feeling extremely tense inside.
Jiang Ying and Li An looked ashen-faced, full of disbelief.
The one whose expression changed the most was the boss of Beach Park, Mr. Zhou Hai...
Zhou Hai's eyes widened, like those of a cow.
Amazement, fear, complex emotions.
The muscles on his face kept twitching, and somehow, his entire arm was numb.
His body, seemingly out of control, couldn't sit down even if he wanted.
