Chen Xuelun, the Chen Family's tribe leader, never understood what had happened before Feng Hua took his head.
"Father..."
"Big Brother..."
Miserable cries rang out. The three Martial Kings from before soared into the air and happened to witness this scene. Their eyes split with rage as they charged at Feng Hua like madmen.
With a shake of Feng Hua's great banner, Chen Xuelun's head inside it instantly exploded. Then she shot forward like a bolt of thunder, her great banner slashing again and again as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
After three successive explosions, the Chen Family's three Martial Kings burst apart in midair, exploding into enormous clouds of blood like blooming fireworks.
Her aura was utterly tyrannical, her strikes ruthless, and her power terrifying beyond measure. No matter what level of Martial King they were, once her great banner came down, they inevitably became a cloud of blood.
Among those three Martial Kings was even a stunningly beautiful woman with delicate features, yet Feng Hua showed no mercy and blasted her apart on the spot.
It was as though what she held was not a great banner, but a mountain weighing ten thousand jun—touch it, and die.
The vast Youshan City fell silent at once, with scarcely a sound to be heard.
Everyone had thought a battle capable of destroying heaven and earth would unfold. Some had even begun fleeing Youshan City. Who could have imagined that after a single exchange, Youshan City's Lord would lose his head, while even his daughter, who was about to be married off, would be blasted apart? The battle had ended so quickly it left people tongue-tied.
"The Chen Family is finished!"
"They deserved it!"
"That was satisfying!"
"Thank you, heroine, for ridding Youshan City of the Chen