Weak. Too Weak

"That's it?"

Zhao Han let out a cold laugh and pressed down with one palm. He didn't use internal energy or True Qi—he simply extended his right hand.

"Know your place. I'll make sure there's not even enough of you left to call ash..."

Boom!

In the blink of an eye, Elder Xu's full-force attack struck Zhao Han's right palm, unleashing a tremendous roar and a yellow flash like a nuclear explosion.

A fiery-red shockwave followed, spreading at a terrifying speed.

The shockwave swept through the many buildings around the Nangong Family. They were instantly vaporized, reduced to nothing—not even given the chance to collapse.

The numerous Nangong Family members gathered in a circle were blasted away, too. Those too weak to have True Qi protecting them died on the spot, likewise vaporized by the scorching heat.

Many Martial Artists in the Vessel Expansion Realm who had looked directly at the nuclear-bright flash were permanently blinded.

Even those who had only glanced at it shed bloody tears, their vision blurred until they couldn't make out a thing.

The remaining Nangong Family members, most of them lightly injured, stared in horror at the figure floating beyond the yellow light.

They couldn't understand why Elder Xu would use such a vicious attack against an outsider, disregarding the lives of his own family members.

What kind of grudge could be so deep that he would strike with such merciless force?

When the yellow light at the blast's center faded, a massive crater appeared before them, more than ten meters deep at its heart.

But to everyone's astonishment, someone stood at the very center, completely unharmed. There wasn't even a single wrinkle in his clothes.

It was the mysterious man in the cloak with a blanket on his back. He still held out his