The Final Mercy?

The sky fell into an eerie silence.

Peak Master Tu stood suspended in the air, gazing at the empty space before him.

Lu Ran only felt as though a towering mountain had come crashing down upon his heart, making even breathing difficult.

It was truly hard to imagine how people of lower realms at the river level were supposed to face a Great Warrior Monk like this.

Even harder to imagine whether ordinary people would be so terrified before Peak Master Tu that their livers and gallbladders would split, suffocating to death.

Whoosh!

Golden airwaves surged around Peak Master Tu.

Warrior Monk Divine Technique—Su Jin Feng?

This was a Purification Technique with no detection capabilities. Yet objectively speaking, within an environment filled with golden airwaves, the area occupied by an invisible person would be faintly outlined.

"You want to try?"

Peak Master Tu spoke calmly, holding a Golden Bronze Rod casually behind his back.

Beneath his golden warrior monk robes was an incomparably muscular body.

Every muscle on him bulged and knotted, as though containing explosive power. It even made one worry whether those fitted, neat warrior monk robes might burst apart.

He needed not glare in fury to be a vajra!

The beings within the city could not hear the voices in the sky, but the pressure of a Tian Realm Great Being was utterly real!

"Run! Run!"

"No... sob..."

"Ahhh!!"

Some people broke down in tears and screams, while others stumbled as they fled.

Others had their knees go weak and collapsed to the ground, eyes tightly shut as they trembled and begged.

Perhaps they were praying to their own gods. Or perhaps they had mistaken the golden-robed warrior monk in the sky for a deity and were desperately pleading with him.

Until another hoarse snake chirp came