Su Ming'an hadn't had a chance to speak before the guards pounced on him.
Spears and long knives emanating a faint glow stabbed violently toward him.
He held his palms upward, fingers splayed.
"Boom—!"
All those who had rushed toward him suddenly shrank down a notch.
Their armor struck the ground, and the spears smashed into the earth, along with their heads, all pressed down to the ground, their knees spurting blood.
Under the cover of night, they couldn't utter a word, kneeling down like fallen leaves.
Su Ming'an, now with a 400% increase in strength and employing gravity suppression, fully replicated the prowess of Hui Shuhang from the past.
As he walked toward the stone fortress, two beams of light from soul stones suddenly lit up ahead.
Two unaffected figures, holding soul stones, crossed the gravitational barrier and stood before him.
Fengchang, his eyes full of blood, holding a Black Blade, and the Great Elder Fengle Zeven, slowly encircled him.
