A Fulfilled Promise
Daniuis moved forward and disappeared into the steam that came from the clash of the domain and the fire previously.
However, the steam abruptly cleared from his view and he saw an unbelievable scene that threatened to flip his mind; his sense of reality.
He saw Jawan being forced on the ground by a long leg, his face half-gone and plastered into the rubble surface of the Royal Palace.
Jawan's eyes trembled as a foot stepped on his face, sinking him to the ground. The shield he had used to guard those fists was smashed into pieces, and the sword he tried to stab with cracked like a stick.
He couldn't even believe his eye!
A person with a strength capable of destroying King Grade Weapons? It didn't take him much to realize that the one stepping on him while grinding his face to meat paste was at the Seventh Stage in Body Tempering Cultivation.
But why? Which expert did he offend!?
Jawan's whole body shook in fear of death!