Volume One, Chapter Ninety-One
The few powerful figures seated in the middle of the stands wore solemn expressions and could not help asking, "Who is he?"
Bai Lang and Hong He both looked toward Bing Qingqing. They believed she was familiar with Zhao Fu and should know his identity. By now, they no longer thought Zhao Fu was merely Hongyan's friend.
Bing Qingqing did not yet know the abilities of Zhao Fu's First Evil Immortal Bloodline, so she did not know why he could step forward. As for Zhao Fu possessing such terrifying power, neither she nor the others found it surprising, because they had all been defeated by him.
Boom!
A tremendous roar interrupted everyone's thoughts. The stone gate released an even more immense power, forming an even sturdier defensive barrier.
Zhao Fu raised his sword once more, pouring a vast force into it. The sword emitted countless rays of black light as a destructive power spread outward. Everyone around could feel an enormous pressure, and a trace of fear rose in their hearts.
Clang!
A thunderous sword cry rang out. Zhao Fu slashed his sword down with the force to destroy all things, striking the defensive barrier. The barrier shuddered, cracks spreading across it in great numbers, before it shattered completely with a bang.
The second-layer barrier, which had seemed impossible to break, was once again effortlessly destroyed by Zhao Fu.
The crowd could not help crying out in shock. They only felt that this man was incredibly powerful—the kind of existence so powerful it was beyond imagination.
Xue Changkong stared in stunned disbelief, deeply shaken. He had failed to break through the second layer, while another had done so with such ease.
The people from the other factions who had come to watch the excitement also grew