Mist God Cult's Move

Boom!!!

His slightly bulging right arm shot out, pulverizing the air as a series of sonic booms exploded among the crowd.

There was no technique worth mentioning—just the simplest, most direct, most ordinary straight punch imaginable.

The omnipresent sea breeze seemed to freeze at that instant. Intense, visible ripples burst from the center of his fist, spreading outward in ring after ring.

The punch's gale tore a long channel through the seawater, raising monstrous waves dozens of meters high on either side. The middle-aged man's wanton smile aboard the ship froze forever in that moment.

Crack, crack, crack...

The ship shattered layer by layer from its bow. Steel fragments mixed with flying flesh and blood as it exploded with a thunderous crash.

In less than a few seconds, the ferocious steel beast standing upon the sea became countless fragments of metal, sinking forever into these waters alongside the hundred-plus members of the Ji Family aboard it.

The waves rolled up a surging tide of red, and the pungent stench of blood flooded the nostrils of those on the yacht.

For a moment, only heavy white waves slapped against the hull with a rushing roar.

The girl from Tesli Pharmaceuticals opened her mouth. She tried several times to speak, only to swallow the words back down. Finally, she stammered with difficulty, "O-one strike... split the sea?"

"Was he really still human? Even a god descending from myth would be no more than this." The horror on Ban Zhicai's face could not be suppressed. His gaze toward Chen Xu was filled with fear.

More than a hundred living people had all died beneath that one strike. Not a single survivor remained.

"Mr. Chen... the two people beneath his feet... have disappeared." One rich young man spoke with a trembling voice, taking a