Everyone was stunned by the punch Wen Qinghe had thrown, one filled with hatred that reached the heavens.
As martial artists of Zezhou Prefecture, they naturally knew how strong Wen Qinghe was. But the Wen Qinghe before them was clearly not himself—he was practically a different person from the one they remembered.
After sending Wu Qingyun flying with a single punch, Wen Qinghe didn't stop. His eyes glowed blood-red as he walked toward Wu Qingyun.
There was only one word in his heart now: hatred!
Only Wu Qingyun's blood could wash away that hatred!
Seeing this, the surrounding martial artists shouted, "Wen Qinghe, have you gone mad? If you dare kill Wu Qingyun, the Xunfeng Sword Sect and the Wen Family will fight to the death! Do you want to bring disaster down on your family? Stop at once!"
But hatred had already clouded Wen Qinghe's mind. He saw no one but Wu Qingyun before him.
When the others saw that things were going badly, they exchanged glances and attacked Wen Qinghe together.
They were all friends of Wu Qingyun, and the forces behind them were on friendly terms with the Xunfeng Sword Sect. Of course, they couldn't just stand by and watch Wu Qingyun die.
They attacked all at once. Wen Qinghe roared, "Get lost!"
He swung out a palm, and its tremendous force sent the group flying. It was the Grudge Extreme Palm, Hatred Filling the Heavens!
The weakest among these martial artists had reached the Qi Sea Realm, and several had the strength of the Spirit Aperture Realm. Yet even fighting together, they couldn't withstand a single move from Wen Qinghe. It was horrifying.
They exchanged glances. Wen Qinghe was far too strange today. That punch, filled with hatred that reached the heavens, and that palm, with