A sudden incident that only lasted an instant, was like a bolt of lightning on a clear day; after it ended, the sky remained cloudless. If not for the several pools of blood and flesh on the ground proving that something had happened, the tens of thousands of people would probably wonder if it was an illusion.
Martial Saint!
The Martial Saint!
Not to mention in Liangzhou, even in the entire world, he counted as a formidable force.
In front of this nearly hundred-year-old elder, to not even be a match, or to be precise, not even lasting one round or qualifying as an enemy—it was like crushing an ant.
Despite not taking action for over a decade, despite being seen by everyone as a flickering candle in the wind, waiting for the day to be buried in peace, when Sun Xiangzong unleashed his thunderous strike at this moment, it was akin to a resounding bell toll in everyone's hearts, leaving them shaken and unable to calm down for a long time.
"Majestic!"
"Supervisor majestic—"
