Both Sides Wounded, Perishing Together?

Wu Yong was in despair. For the first time, he felt that strategy was utterly useless.

The other side simply refused to play by the rules. What happened to the promised duel before the battle lines? Jia Rong, you had no sense of fair play!

Normally, since Hu Sanniang had come out to issue a challenge, you should have sent one of the Jia Clan Thirteen Guardians to face her!

Everyone should fight openly and fairly, head-on!

Filled with despair and pain, Wu Yong closed his eyes. Do not misunderstand—he was not dead yet. He had merely passed out.

If the later excavation work was thorough enough, he could still be dug out. With good luck, he would not die.

Tang Luo shattered the city wall with a single punch, blasting open a "path to heaven."

On the road beyond the ruins stood Hu Sanniang and her warhorse, completely unscathed—physically unscathed, that was. Her heart had suffered a devastating blow.

She realized that Jia Rong might not be the Grandmaster everyone believed him to be. He was very likely at that legendary realm—the Supreme Grandmaster!

At the very least, Hu Sanniang was certain that a Grandmaster could never accomplish what Jia Rong had just done.

A Grandmaster might be able to destroy a gate tower or blast a gap into this thick city wall.

But the gap would not be this large, and it would take time.

And Jia Rong? How had he done it?

Standing dozens of meters away, he casually raised a hand and threw a punch. His projected true qi wrapped around him while blasting out a massive gap dozens of meters wide, as effortless as lifting a weight.

He had done something even a Grandmaster could not. And behind that unimaginable destructive power lay a terrifying