"Zhou Yongyang, how dare you collude with the Martial Soul Hall! You… deserve to die!"
From within the crowd, Zhou Jianxiong suddenly roared in anger.
His body flickered as he charged in front of Zhou Yongyang. Raising his palm, he unleashed a strike suffused with terrifying power and momentum, aimed directly at Zhou Yongyang's head.
Zhou Jianxiong was a Level Six Martial King and a Core Disciple of the Saint Extreme Sect. This one palm strike terrified Zhou Yongyang so completely that he couldn't even fathom the idea of resisting.
"Your Excellency, save me!"
Zhou Yongyang let out a final, wretched scream.
Then, like smashing a watermelon, Zhou Jianxiong shattered his head with a resounding CRACK.
No one else moved. Only Zhou Jianxiong lunged forward, as if he were fighting for the chance to be the one to act.
Because it was something he had to do!
