The courtyard.
A Great Sun exploded.
Golden Light stabbed the eyes, dazzling and brilliant.
As the Golden Light slowly dissipated,
the entire pavilion had already been reduced to dust, and a crater had appeared out of nowhere in the ground beneath their feet, its surface pitch-black.
As for the pavilion that had stood there before, not the slightest trace of it remained.
Only Jiang Ning was left in the pavilion.
Zhao Yulong, meanwhile, had been sent several yards away by an invisible force.
As for Fang Yu, he had been reduced to a charred skeleton.
Whoosh—
Looking at Fang Yu's lifeless skeleton before him, Jiang Ning slowly exhaled.
That punch had already drawn on all ten layers of his strength.
He had also driven the Great Sun Ascending Artistic Conception to its limits, while the mysterious power contained in his blood had erupted completely.
The power of the Perfected Realm Great Sun Ascending Artistic Conception had risen to another level compared with when he defeated Nan Zhiwei.
The release of his full strength did not disappoint him.
With only one punch, he had suppressed and killed Fang Yu, who had stepped into the ranks of the Top Grandmasters.
He had kept the destructiveness of this battle within the smallest possible range.
He had not allowed the destruction to spread.
At the same time,
when Zhao Yulong saw Jiang Ning by the lake and the body before him that had been reduced to a charred skeleton, turbulent waves surged through his heart.
His gaze was somewhat dull as he looked toward that charred skeleton.
Just a moment ago, Fang Yu had been confident and satisfied, his spirits soaring.
At the Patrol Office, he had dared to make a move against Zhao Yulong without the slightest hesitation, injuring him with a single