Murderous intent surging like waves and tides!
The torrent on the Grand Canal swelled, roaring thunderously, rushing forward as if connected with heaven and earth!
The monks in the Little Spirit Sound Institute were like tiny boats tossed by the waves amidst the torrent, as if at any moment they might be swallowed by the whirlpools!
Oppressive, surging, boiling!
Even more terrifying was the Martial Saint's overwhelming pressure, the Martial Dao Will of a Second Level Martial Saint, descending like a mighty mountain.
The monks on site felt as if their internal organs were about to twist apart.
A dense smell of blood spread, that of a Supreme Grandmaster, whose head was smashed by the Divine Monkey's single strike!
That was a Supreme Grandmaster with three flowers burning atop their head!
Even in the Divine Capital, they were no weakling!
Yet, they died so quickly without even a chance to react!
Fast!
Too fast!
The gap was immense!
"Heh heh heh..."
