They had never anticipated such a situation!
This burly thief threw a punch from the air, and nearly half of them were blasted into a mush of flesh!
Another large number of people were blown away, now lying on the ground, continuously wailing in pain.
There were less than ten people still standing.
The legs of these ten people were all weak.
A descendant of the Fu family, who was still standing, could no longer bear the tremendous psychological pressure. He looked at Fan Wu's tall figure in front of him with eyes as if looking at a monster.
His legs were so weak that he sat down squarely on his bottom, his face filled with horror and despair, his voice trembling as he muttered, "How... how can this be? Why... why has it come to this? How... how can this person be so powerful?!"
