At that moment, hundreds of second-rank martial artists from the Sun family surged towards Wu Tian like a tidal wave, but he lightly stomped his foot, and in an instant, a thunderous force erupted from the earth's core.
With his feet as the core, an immense and unparalleled power swept across the land like a storm, causing all things to tremble.
Before Wu Tian, everything seemed to be swept away by an invisible hurricane, and the hundreds of self-important second-rank martial artists were all easily controlled by this power.
Before they could put up any resistance, they were thrown high into the air by that invisible force, like fallen leaves in the autumn wind, powerless to fight back.
The paving stones they once trampled on have now transformed into deadly sharp edges, no longer silent paving stones, but a rain of sharp blades.
The floor tiles shattered into sharp fragments of varying sizes, like a barrage of arrows, piercing the martial artist's body with precision and cruelty. Each impact was accompanied by a bloodcurdling scream.
The five hundred second-rank martial artists of the Sun family, who were once invincible, had not yet recovered from their shock when they were struck by the flying blades and fell heavily to the ground like withered flowers.
The sounds of "thud" echoed incessantly, the heavy impacts of their collisions with the ground, and the extinguishing of their life force.
Five hundred second-rank experts fell to the ground in front of Wu Tian in an instant.
They were covered in wounds, barely breathing, their life force fading, a sight that evoked a sense of pity—this was the insurmountable chasm between the strong and the weak.
Staring at the shocking scene before them, Jin Lingyun and her entourage were stunned speechless, as if time had frozen at that moment.
Before they could recover from their shock, hundreds of second-rank martial artists from the Sun family had already scattered on the ground like withered leaves, their vitality extinguished, silently telling the cruel story of fate.
Were it not for the cracked earth and the chaotic, windswept landscape of the mountain village, they would almost have thought it was nothing more than an absurd dream.
Jin Lingyun's throat bobbed slightly as she swallowed hard. Mustering her courage, she staggered a few steps closer, her voice trembling almost imperceptibly: "Junior brother, they..."
Wu Tian's eyes were cold as he swept over the mess on the ground. His tone was devoid of any emotion: "They are all dead souls. Even if they still have a breath left, they cannot escape death."
Even if there is a reason for murder, it is not a pleasant experience.
However, in this world where the strong rule, if he doesn't kill his opponent, his opponent will surely kill him.
This is the survival rule he deeply understood on Dragon Prison Island, cruel and realistic.
Looking at Wu Tian's calm face, Jin Lingyun was shocked. Although she knew that her junior brother was exceptionally strong, the fact that he could so easily kill hundreds of second-grade martial artists still made her feel excited and incredulous.
Nearly a thousand first-rank experts were instantly annihilated; hundreds of second-rank masters also perished.
In her eyes, all her opponents seemed to be so fragile and vulnerable in front of Wu Tian that all resistance was futile.
She couldn't help but turn her gaze back to the fallen Sun family warriors. Their bodies were covered in wounds, as if they had been mercilessly riddled with machine gun fire, their bodies crisscrossed with blood, exuding a heart-wrenching beauty of despair.
"How...how did they do that?" Jin Lingyun exclaimed in astonishment, her face full of disbelief.
Wu Tian responded calmly, his voice low and mysterious: "It was just an ordinary kick, not some profound technique, merely the pure control of power."
Jin Lingyun involuntarily gasped. To Wu Tian, it was just a casual kick, but to others it was an unbearable torrent.
If he were to unleash his full power, the heavens would surely change color, and the earth would be unable to escape shattering; its power would be awe-inspiring.
The astonishment this junior brother brought her was like an endless abyss, and she felt that every heartbeat was accompanied by new waves.
Just as she was filled with countless thoughts and emotions, Wu Tian casually opened his lips and said, "There have been many casualties this time. I think it's time for the mastermind behind it all to show up."
After speaking, he casually put his hands behind his back and strode forward with unhurried steps.
Wandering among skyscrapers and gardens, a magnificent plaza finally comes into view, like a paradise on earth.
The square was teeming with people, and several huge screens hung in front of them, making them feel like moviegoers detached from the battle.
In this situation, a sharp glint flashed in Wu Tian's eyes, and he instantly understood that this group of people had extraordinary backgrounds.
His gaze locked onto the elderly man with white hair, a youthful face, and a goatee that fluttered in the wind—Sun Zhendong.
"Old Sun, it's great to finally meet you. I thought you had other tricks up your sleeve, but I didn't expect to meet you so soon." Wu Tian's words were tinged with amusement, yet remained calm, as if he had everything under control.
Upon hearing this, the core members of the Sun family, who were originally immersed in astonishment, suddenly woke up, their pupils contracted, and they stared at the scene in disbelief.
The protection of 500 second-rank martial artists should have been an impregnable fortress, so that even 500 steamed buns would take Wu Tian quite a while to eat.
However, at this moment, Wu Tian stood calmly in front of them in an unbelievable manner.
This means that the five hundred second-rank martial artists guarding the front have been defeated.
"Boy, don't think you're strong just because you got here with the help of the Jin family. Today I swear to use your blood to appease my elder brother's spirit!"
Before he could finish speaking, a burly middle-aged man suddenly stood up, his whole body radiating a chilling killing intent, like the suppressed urge before a storm, ready to devour Wu Tian completely.
Wu Tian glanced at him indifferently, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes: "May I ask who your elder brother is?"
The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and roared, "My name is Sun Changli. Mention my name and you will remember my elder brother!"
Wu Tian's lips curled slightly, his tone completely calm, "What does your name have to do with me knowing who your older brother is? I have no obligation to know who your older brother is."
Upon hearing this, Sun Changli was enraged. His eyes turned bloodshot, and he nearly went mad, roaring, "My elder brother, Sun Changsheng, was brutally murdered by you at the Xia family last night!"
"Oh? So it was him." Wu Tian sighed softly, his tone tinged with regret. "He could have lived until today, but he chose to seek death. It was his own destiny, so I can't blame him."
"You brat, you've infuriated me!" Upon hearing this, Sun Changli lost all reason. Like a wild horse, he leaped to his feet and roared, "You wretch, prepare to die!"
Seeing this, Sun Zhendong hurriedly called out, "Changli, step back!"
However, Sun Changli was determined and resolutely refused: "Old Sun, if I don't avenge this, I will be unworthy to be your brother! I will kill him!"
The grief of last night and the rage of today merged into an unstoppable torrent, driving him forward; only killing Wu Tian could stop it.
Wu Tian watched coldly, a playful smile playing on his lips: "You're not qualified to take my life!"
Sun Changli roared like thunder: "How will we know if we don't try?"
After saying that, he seemed to transform into a dragon in a raging storm, rushing towards Wu Tian without regard for anything else, intending to kill him in one move.
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