Unexpectedly, the battle at Taishu Cheng's building seemed not to have caused so much as a ripple. Every faction, including the Guard Bureau, collectively fell silent. Among Card Adepts, however, the subject seemed to possess a strange magic. They discussed it tirelessly, those death-laden energy fluctuations stirring the deepest tremors in every heart.
How many Card Adepts had there been? Two? Three? What cards had they used?
The next day, many Card Adepts made a special trip to the collapsed ruins to witness the aftermath of this heavyweight clash.
Taishu Cheng's building had not ranked among the tallest in East Rui City. Still, a building with 160 floors and a footprint of 5,600 square meters being demolished in a single strike was extraordinarily rare! Only three floors remained whose structural framework could barely be called intact. The metal beams were scorched black, covered in traces of steel that had melted under intense heat and then solidified again. A thick layer of dust as fine as flour blanketed the ground, rising into a hazy cloud whenever the wind blew.
The ruins before them seemed to awaken an involuntary sense of awe-perhaps toward death, perhaps toward power.
With the building reduced to ruins, Chen Mu and his companions had no choice but to follow Taishu Yong and stay at Taishu Fort in Heart Garden. Once Taishu Yong realized that events had spiraled beyond his control, he felt like weeping. Now he only hoped that Qiao Yuan would stay put for a while and cause no more trouble. Fortunately, no one else had been in the building yesterday. Otherwise, several thousand deaths would have been entirely possible. The Taishu Family was no mighty force like the Six Great Academies. So many deaths would have been extremely dangerous for the family at such a