"Retreat!"
The group of Japanese Martial Artists exchanged glances and finally began to back away slowly.
Nangong grabbed Miyaji Aoi's arm and strode forward boldly. No one dared to block his path.
Miyaji Aoi was shocked. She hadn't expected Nangong's strength to be so terrifyingly overwhelming that he could even kill Takahashi Ryota. No wonder the King of Heaven trusted him so much.
When I get back, I must ask to become his disciple, she silently vowed. I want to become stronger.
It was unclear who started it, but suddenly one of the Japanese Martial Artists charged at Nangong. The others quickly followed his lead and rushed forward as well.
"Fu Hu!"
Nangong roared and slammed his fist into the ground. The entire area collapsed in an instant. The Japanese Martial Artists were aghast, their faces etched with horror as chaos erupted among them.
Some were even crushed to death by the falling debris.
