In the heavens, bloody light burst forth again and again. Hou Zhijie was nearly riddled like a sieve, many of the bloody holes piercing straight through him.
Before Wei Fan's palm had even struck his body, he was already half-dead.
"How could this be..."
"Who is this young man? How could he be so terrifying? That is Hou Zhijie, a core disciple of the Zhilan Sect—a genius who broke through to the Martial King realm in his thirties. Yet before him, he was so utterly helpless."
"I have seen all the famous prodigies of Beiding Continent. When did someone like this appear? Could he be some fierce figure from elsewhere?"
"What a peerless prodigy. No wonder he dared kill Zhilan City's patrolmen. Someone like him must have an enormous background. There is no need for him to fear some mere core disciple of the Zhilan Sect."
"The Zhilan Sect has always been domineering. This time, they may have kicked an iron plate!"
The onlookers who had come to watch were all stunned. They had thought they would witness an evenly matched battle, but it had turned out to be a completely one-sided crushing defeat.
Hou Zhijie, a core disciple of the Zhilan Sect, had nearly been slapped to death by an unknown young man. With a casual palm strike, he had shattered the Zhilan Sect's Void Condensing Sword Art.
Both were Martial King Second Layer, yet Hou Zhijie was like an ant before Wei Fan. It was even clear that Wei Fan had not gone all out; it had merely been a casual strike.
Now everyone was curious about Wei Fan's identity. Someone like him could not possibly be unknown, and they guessed that he likely did not belong to Beiding Continent.
"He has already comprehended martial arts of