A Family Heirloom, a Mysterious Little Tower!

In the courtyard.

A blazing sun exploded.

Golden light flared, dazzling and fierce.

As the golden light slowly faded,

the entire pavilion had been reduced to dust. A crater had appeared in the ground beneath their feet, its surface charred black.

Not a trace remained of the pavilion that had stood there before.

Only Jiang Ning remained where it had stood.

An invisible force had sent Zhao Yulong several yards away.

Fang Yu had become a charred skeleton.

Phew—

Jiang Ning slowly exhaled as he looked at Fang Yu's lifeless remains.

He had put every ounce of his strength into that punch.

He had driven the Sun Suspended in the Sky Conception to its limit, and the extraordinary power within his blood had erupted in full.

Now that his Sun Suspended in the Sky Conception had reached perfection, it was even more powerful than when he had defeated Nan Zhiwei.

Unleashing all his strength had not disappointed him.

With a single punch, he had killed Fang Yu, who had entered the ranks of top-tier grandmasters.

He had kept the destruction from their battle to a minimum.

He had not let it spread.

At the same time,

Zhao Yulong saw Jiang Ning by the lake and the charred skeleton before him. Stormy waves surged through his heart.

He stared blankly at the blackened bones.

Only moments ago, Fang Yu had been confident, pleased with himself, and full of swagger.

At the Inspection Office, he had attacked Zhao Yulong without hesitation, injuring him with a single finger.

After arriving at Jiang Ning's home and trading barbs with him, Fang Yu had attacked just as boldly.

This time, though, Jiang Ning had killed the top-tier grandmaster with one punch, leaving him a lifeless cinder.

An invincible grandmaster? The thought sprang into Zhao Yulong's