Volume One, Chapter Seventy-Three
The flamboyantly dressed young man's face darkened with rage. Zhao Fu had dared to kill one of his men.
Everything had happened too quickly. No one had reacted in time, and they stared at the scene before them in stunned disbelief, still unable to understand how Zhao Fu had struck and killed the youth.
Everyone sensed that something was wrong. Anyone who dared kill without restraint in Alliance City was no easy target, so they wanted to leave.
Zhao Fu spoke, his voice carrying an overbearing, wild arrogance that could not be refused. "Leave behind your essence blood, or all of you will die here."
Everyone's hearts jolted. They had utterly lost the mood to watch a spectacle, their faces turning grim. This was far too domineering and arrogant, yet the key was that they did not have even a shred of courage to refuse.
The bearded Great Han threatened, "Ye Wu City is the greatest faction in this area. Try laying a hand on me."
Zhao Fu looked at the bearded Great Han and extended one hand. A vast power transformed into an invisible giant hand that seized the Great Han's body.
The Great Han's face filled with terror. He had not expected Zhao Fu to truly dare attack, nor had he expected Zhao Fu's power to be so strong. Just as he was about to speak—
Zhao Fu clenched his outstretched hand.
Bang!
An explosion rang out as the Great Han's body was crushed apart directly. Countless drops of blood splattered outward, as though a rain of blood had fallen.
Zhao Fu drew back his hand, bringing with it an invisible suction force. Strands of blood qi were drawn toward him and condensed into a mass of pure essence blood. The bearded Great Han's