Outside the city, sunlight shone brightly on the official road.
The blood-red Flying Fish Uniform shot up from the ground, then plunged down, body and fist crashing toward his target.
There was no imposing aura, nothing remarkable about it.
Yet heaven and earth fell silent, a deathly stillness like a gloomy burial vault.
Inside the rows of prison carts, the women of Rongguo Mansion watched through tear-filled eyes. Concubine Zhao and Wang Xifeng still clutched white paper money and paper sedan chairs, staring blankly at the scene.
The densely packed Imperial Palace Experts around them all stared so hard their eyes nearly split.
Amid that boundless silence, the four guardians lost their composure for the first time, their faces twisted savagely as they screamed in hysteria:
"Jiang Wu!!"
With that roar-
Jiang Wu's body disintegrated like a Daoist undergoing release through bodily dissolution. His flesh split inch by inch, fragments of bone scattered, and everything from his eyes to his organs turned to powder.
In an instant, only a heap of flesh and bones remained where he had stood, along with a horrifying pool of blood.
An Ancestral Hall Guardian of Great Qian, a hundred-and-eleven-year-old true god of martial arts, had died like livestock meticulously butchered beneath a slaughterer's knife.
Every martial artist's hair stood on end. Their shock reached its peak, their hearts thundered like war drums, and the emotions filling their chests threatened to explode!
After the manifestations, one punch had killed the guardian whose majesty none could violate!
Just one incense stick earlier, they had clearly felt Venerable Jiang Wu's oppressive might. Every movement contained such immense power that it bore down upon their very minds. He was the most terrifying martial artist they had ever seen.
Yet this powerful, invincible true god had been reduced to