Martial Arts? Aberrant Path?

Dozens of chains, like Evil Flood Dragons opening their bloody maws, roared as they bit toward the rapidly falling Chen Xu.

The white steam was tinged scarlet by Blood-Qi. Chen Xu's right arm suddenly swelled to four or five times its size. Clenching his fingers into a fist, he smashed down with all his might.

Scarlet rings of air spread layer by layer. Half the hospital building's steel framework was pulverized in an instant. Had Chen Xu not deliberately restrained his strength, the entire building might have collapsed.

The chains filling the sky halted in midair, shattering segment by segment amid the shockwaves. They could not even get close to Chen Xu.

Looking down at the figure below, pierced through by chains and already dead, Chen Xu borrowed force in midair and took several Aerial Leaps back to the ground.

With the addition of Blood-Qi Force, his attributes had soared. Chen Xu was in high spirits as he casually carried the unconscious Mu Nanbei out of the teetering building.

The moment he stepped outside, Chen Xu seemed to sense something and looked up at the sky.

The old man's upper body appeared to float in the air, though it was countless times more illusory than before. After barely swinging a sword, he turned into countless brilliant lights and vanished into the boundless heavens.

The ground beneath their feet trembled faintly, as though seeing him off. This was the final memory that mighty expert left behind for the world.

A single Martial Artist's combat power was indeed formidable, but before the Great Abyss of today, one powerful individual was no longer something difficult to withstand.

That mighty expert's mistake was that he had been gone for too long. He did not understand the Great Abyss's current strength or the power of