The Gale Blade, condensed into the toughness of refined steel, shattered like paper when it struck, and in the center of the raging winds, a burly, imposing middle-aged man with a daunting murderous aura could only let out a miserable scream as his Wind Armor cracked open before him...
With his arms crossed and holding a defensive stance, his flesh burst apart, and his bones shattered.
Amid the snapping sounds,
From his arms to his sternum, everything exploded simultaneously, and it was clear that in the next moment, he was about to be crushed into mud by Zhou Ping'an's palm.
From a distance, a panicked shout came: "He must not be killed."
Buzz...
Zhou Ping'an's left palm paused,
Hanging in mid-air.
Under the impact of the residual gusts, the burly middle-aged man was already sent flying dozens of meters like a cannonball, enveloped in a mist of blood, and heavily fell amidst a group of people ahead.
He lay on the ground wailing in agony.
