A person rushing past nearby changed expression and struck at Zhao Fu with a palm carrying fierce force, trying to save that person.
Zhao Fu sneered, grabbed the man's arm, and flung him hard, sending him flying into another person who was about to attack.
Bang!
A dull thud rang out. Both were sent flying and crashed heavily to the ground, a trace of blood flowing from the corners of their mouths.
A third person appeared behind Zhao Fu, his face vicious as he lashed out with a powerful kick at him.
The fourth and fifth seized the opportunity as well, charging in from different directions and launching a joint attack on Zhao Fu with exceptionally savage momentum.
Yet Zhao Fu stood where he was without moving an inch, even as the three were about to strike him.
Boom!
A tremendous roar erupted as a terrifying force burst from Zhao Fu's body, spreading outward with unstoppable momentum. It blasted the three attackers away, sending them tumbling to the ground and coughing up mouthfuls of blood.
That dreadful aura shrouded the ninth floor, filling countless hearts with intense fear. Their expressions were utterly unsightly. This person was too terrifying—far more terrifying than they had imagined.
Zhao Fu swept a contemptuous glance over the crowd. "Do you still have any objections?"
No one dared meet Zhao Fu's gaze. They obediently lowered their heads and submitted to him.
The few people who had been knocked to the ground wore ugly expressions. They had truly underestimated Zhao Fu's strength and no longer dared say another word.
Six Three's consciousness watched this scene, feeling so exhilarated he could hardly stand it. Excitement and agitation flooded his heart, leaving him speechless.
Now he could do whatever he pleased. Those beautiful women who had once been beyond