Zhang Tie was simply too fast. Empowered by the Super Swift Movement Technique, he had exceeded three kilometers per second, and with the Super Concealment Technique masking his presence, it was only when his thunderous strike came crashing down on the heads of the Holy Light Empire expeditionary fleet's leaders that they reacted.
Zhang Tie was too fast—so fast that the Holy Light Empire's grand archbishops had no time to make any further move.
In broad daylight, the seven people in the room had never imagined that someone would ambush and intercept them out here on the vast sea.
The dining room where the two Throne Grand Archbishops and five Scepter Archbishops ate was on the highest level of the flagship's deck superstructure. This level was also the fixed resting area of these high-ranking grand archbishops. In a country as rigidly hierarchical as the Holy Light Empire, the greater a man's status, the higher he naturally lived aboard a ship. The higher one lived, the closer one was to the sky, and to the God of Holy Light. The higher a person's dwelling, the higher his status—closer to the realm of the gods. This was the residential philosophy of the Holy Light Empire's privileged class. Those of lower status naturally could not live above these grand archbishops and piss and shit over their heads. Such disrespect was a beheading offense in the Holy Light Empire.
Because they were on the highest level, Zhang Tie's attack only had to pass through the roof of one layer of the ship's superstructure above their room—which, to Zhang Tie, was like paper—to fall squarely on their heads. Not even one percent of its power would be lost.
Because this surprise attack called for an overwhelming result, Zhang Tie's first blow used his most powerful