Countless Grandmasters were sent flying by my single palm strike, like kites with snapped strings, tumbling in all directions.
As for me, I stood there with an icy-cold expression, my body shrouded in an intense murderous aura.
No one dared to speak up, and those who had remained neutral just now also abandoned the idea of taking action.
With such a huge gap in strength, there was simply no chance of winning.
The many Grandmasters and Great Grandmasters had pale faces, with a faint trace of regret.
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If they had known earlier, they would not have provoked Tyler Thomas!
Now they were trapped by the barrier, and even if they wanted to escape, there was no way! They were truly riding a tiger and finding it hard to get off!
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"Let's kill him together!" Logan Davis shouted in desperation.
However, no one listened to his orders this time.
