"Boom, boom, boom!" The ward wall crumbled like rotten wood with overwhelming force, and the shops lining the street collapsed one after another like fragile building blocks, turning into ruins.
At the center of the battlefield, a circular crater yawned into view like the gaping maw of a giant beast, devouring everything around it.
Of the two combatants, one shone with flickering radiance, flames burning fiercely around him. Like a falling meteor, he was shaken by tremendous force and sent sliding along the ground for dozens of meters, the claws his hands had transformed into gouging two deep trenches into the earth as dust billowed up.
The other was wreathed in green qi from head to toe like a ghostly apparition, yet an irresistible force smashed him hard into a lavishly decorated high-end ready-to-wear clothing store.
The pavilion collapsed with a thunderous crash, splintered wood flying everywhere. Fortunately, the customers inside had already fled, leaving only a few shopkeepers and assistants behind, who suffered some flesh wounds and groaned without end.
The air was filled with a scorched smell, the reaction produced when flame and green qi intertwined, making it hard to breathe.
The aftershocks of the battle raged like a gale, destroying the surrounding buildings one by one. Countless commoners fled in terror, afraid of being caught up in the fight.
The person wreathed in flickering light slowly stood up. It was actually a beautiful matron whose charm still lingered, her figure full and voluptuous.
Five fluffy fox tails hung behind her, swaying gently in the wind.
The beautiful matron lifted slender, jade-like fingers. Her nails had become extremely long and incomparably sharp, and a cold smile curved her lips. "Old freak Murong, my claws didn't taste so good, did they?"
Murong Zhe crawled out of the ruins in