Outside Bright Moon Pavilion, on the bustling street.
With a thunderous boom, a restaurant beside the street exploded into pieces.
The figure of the Black-Robed Old Man shot out from within, flying like a cannonball and smashing apart the entire street.
The many martial artists inside hurriedly scattered in panic.
The Black-Robed Old Man landed a thousand meters away. His hair was disheveled, his face flushed, blood hung at the corner of his mouth, and fury burned across his features.
He looked up at the restaurant. A man in blue stood proudly atop the pavilion, gazing coldly down at him.
"Zhang Linghu, do you think you can injure the Holy Son of my Tianshui Sect whenever you please?"
Pan Qing wore a smile, but the smile on his face was a cold one, sharp as a blade.
Killing intent like blades flashed in his eyes.
The next moment.
Pan Qing shot upward and hurtled toward Zhang Linghu. His five fingers clenched into a fist in midair and slammed toward Zhang Linghu.
Zhang Linghu hurriedly twisted aside. Pan Qing's fist struck the ground, smashing the entire street to pieces!
"My heavens... One punch shattered an entire street."
"The streets and pavilions of the Imperial Capital were all jointly crafted by the artifact refiners and Formation Daoists of the Celestial Mystery Pavilion. Every stone contains a hidden formation and is extraordinarily sturdy."
"How can the Imperial Capital, sturdy as it is, seem as flimsy as paper before that man in blue?"
"..."
"It's the Grand Luo Dao Fruit!"
Many martial artists cried out in astonishment. They had recognized that both Pan Qing and Zhang Linghu were at the Grand Luo Dao Fruit realm.
After dodging Pan Qing's punch, Zhang Linghu looked at him coldly. "It was your Tianshui Sect's Holy Son who