Mortal Dynasty, streets of the Imperial City.
He Sheng was strolling around aimlessly with an arm around Chu Qing when an angry roar came from above.
"You killed my son and still think you can leave? Give me your life!!"
Boom—
A thunderous blast rang out. The street trembled, and the ground cracked apart.
A middle-aged, long-bearded man clad in an Azure Beast Markings Brocade Robe landed on the ground, glaring furiously at He Sheng and the others.
He Sheng glanced at the man, sneered disdainfully, and started to leave with his arm around Chu Qing.
Seeing this, the middle-aged man ground his teeth, clenched his fist, and threw a punch at He Sheng.
Boom—
A massive fist phantom rumbled toward He Sheng, kicking up clouds of dust and carving a huge trench through the street.
With an explosive bang, the giant fist burst apart before it could even approach He Sheng, dissolving into scattered starlight.
The middle-aged man shuddered. "Impossible!!"
He clenched his fists again and unleashed several more punches in succession, but the result was the same. His attacks could not even get close to He Sheng.
He Sheng turned to look at the middle-aged man, a strange smile on his face. "Finished??"
The middle-aged man inexplicably panicked and stepped back. "Y-you, who are you??"
Realizing something was wrong, he tried to flee.
"Hehehe, you attacked this sect master and still want to leave? Leave your life behind!!"
"Oh no! My life is over!!"
He Sheng raised a hand and pointed. With a whoosh, an azure light shot into the middle-aged man's body.
His eyes widened. He stopped and turned around, stammering "Y-you, you, you..." before his body exploded into a cloud of blood mist.
"There are always ants overestimating themselves and provoking this sect master. What bad