Hundred Refinements Market

"Who are you? This place is occupied by our Bright Moon Palace!" The leading male cultivator, his face stern and cold, shouted sharply. His eyes were filled with shock and fury. They had clearly never expected their opponent to be so powerful that he could ignore their combined sneak attack.

Another female cultivator directly threatened, "We serve under the Bright Moon Saint! Are you trying to make an enemy of the Bright Moon Saint by acting like this?!"

Zhang Shuai curled his lips into a disdainful sneer. "Treasures of heaven and earth in the Primordial World have always gone to those fated to obtain them and those strong enough to claim them! You think waving a Saint's banner lets you carve out territory and monopolize spiritual materials? If everyone acted like that, what would all living beings in the Primordial World cultivate for? Why seek immortality at all? Enough nonsense. Let's settle this with our fists!"

He could not be bothered to waste any more breath on them. With a flash of movement, he launched another attack, charging straight into the formation of eight like a humanoid tyrannosaur!

As his fists flew, the power of chaos surged forth. Every punch was as heavy as a mountain and as swift as lightning!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Fist shadows flashed everywhere, accompanied by screams from all sides!

Although these half-Saints under the Bright Moon Saint were no weaklings, they seemed utterly helpless before Zhang Shuai's powerful body and tyrannical strength!

Their protective immortal light was shattered with a single punch, their magical treasures were sent flying with a single blow, and their bodies were beaten until their bones broke and tendons snapped, blood spraying wildly!

The eight of them were battered senseless by Zhang Shuai's barrage of fists, left disoriented and terrified out