"Boom!"
A loud noise came from the pile of rubble, and everyone turned to look at it.
They wanted to see what had happened to Xu Nian and Zhao Yanyun.
Xu Nian emerged from the rubble, holding Zhao Yanyun in his arms, whose corner of the mouth was smeared with blood.
Zhao Yanyun's face was deathly pale, and she had already stopped breathing.
After all, a palm strike comparable to the Peak of One-star Saint had claimed Zhao Yanyun's life.
However, the focus of the crowd was not so much on Zhao Yanyun as it was on Xu Nian.
At that moment, Xu Nian's eyes were cold and bone-chilling, and with every step he took, the dark killing aura around him became denser.
The rubble around him, under the surge of this killing aura, was annihilated, turning into flying ash.
The people around felt the air temperature drop sharply as if they had suddenly fallen into a bitterly cold region in the far north, giving them a shivering sensation.
