Shanlilas's Improvement

Country of India.

Shanlilas, who had just broken through to Martial Saint, his eyes gleaming gold, threw back his head and burst into laughter.

"Ha ha ha ha..."

"No one will ever be able to bully me again! Mom, Dad, can you see this? I'm a Martial Saint now!"

"Those who humiliated me, those who looked down on me, those who cursed me, those who feared me—I killed them all. I used them as fuel to raise my strength."

"Ha ha ha..."

Shanlilas's face was crazed, his features twisted. He unleashed all the Momentum around him. As he laughed, ripples spread through the surrounding space. The ground beneath his feet caved in, forming two huge pits, their edges cracking outward in every direction like rough, ravaged earth.

The buildings nearby also swayed on the verge of collapse beneath the impact of the aftershocks.

Some developed spiderweb-like cracks; others could not withstand the pressure and collapsed outright, even being crushed into fragments.

Within a fifty-kilometer radius centered on him—in other words, across the entire city—there were only thirty-seven survivors, including himself.

Everyone else, whether Martial Artists or ordinary civilians, had been turned into his nourishment, helping him break through to the Martial Saint realm.

The remaining thirty-six people were the most beautiful women in the entire city, the ones who best matched his tastes.

He had deliberately spared them to cultivate them into fanatical believers and have them serve him.

His frenzied appearance was clearly captured by a high-definition camera in the distance. When the people of the Country of India watching the livestream on foreign websites saw this scene, boundless terror rose within them.

Not one of them dared post a single comment!

The people of other nations were equally terrified, because similar livestreams existed in their countries as well.