Everyone's jaws dropped wide open, as if struck by an ancient and potent immobilization spell, leaving them frozen in place. Their gazes shot straight up through the gaping hole in the roof, which looked like the maw of a demonic giant, full of terror and shock. Ten breaths later, a deafening crash like the collapse of the world echoed out, and Wang Weisuan's corpse plummeted from the endless firmament like a giant meteorite, slamming into the ground with world-destroying momentum. In an instant, dust surged into the sky like raging waves, blocking out the sun and swallowing everything in existence. Looking at the corpse, half of its body was already gone, mangled and bloodied with severed limbs and shattered bones scattered everywhere—a tragic and horrifying sight straight out of hell that made one's blood run cold.
A deathly silence hung all around, the air seemingly frozen into ice. Everyone stood as if their souls had left their bodies, eyes wide, staring blankly at this unimaginable scene in utter disbelief. That was a Void Flight Realm expert! In their minds, Void Flight Realm experts were like gods sitting high above the clouds, possessing the power to blot out the sky with one hand and destroy an entire city—beings they could only look up to in awe. Yet now, this Du Family young master, who had always been regarded as a good-for-nothing spendthrift, had killed such a person with just two punches? This fact hit them like a roaring tsunami, shattering their rock-solid perceptions into pieces.
Du Bufan himself was stunned, standing frozen like a petrified statue with his mind completely blank. "I can kill a Void Flight Realm expert while only in the Body Refining Realm? It seems these nine volumes of heavenly scriptures are truly miraculous!" he thought to himself, feeling both pleasantly surprised by his own earth-shattering strength and bewildered by this dreamlike victory. Everything felt like an absurd illusion, making it hard for him to tell what was real and what was fake.
Shifting his gaze, he looked at Li Muge and began to walk toward her slowly. Li Muge had completely lost her wits, standing dumbfounded with vacant eyes; the apocalyptic scene before her was entirely beyond her comprehension. The Du Family young master whom she had always looked down upon and treated as trash was now as powerful as a heavenly god descending from the highest heavens. This moment slashed through her worldview like a sharp blade, causing her entire belief system to collapse.
Seeing Du Bufan approach, Li Muge's delicate body trembled violently, as if she had been abruptly yanked from the abyss of a nightmare. She forced the corners of her mouth to move, squeezing out a smile a hundred times uglier than crying, and said in a trembling voice, "H-Husband? It was just a misunderstanding earlier, it was my fault." Fear and pleading flickered in her eyes, desperately trying to salvage the situation.
Seeing this, the onlookers all wore looks of disdain, utterly disgusted by Li Muge's shameless behavior.
Du Bufan looked at her coldly, his gaze as sharp as an peerless sword: "Shut up, who is your husband? Stop spouting nonsense!" His words were like a biting cold wind stabbing straight into the bottom of Li Muge's heart, plunging her into an icy abyss.
Li Muge's face turned green and pale by turns. First she looked utterly embarrassed, as if she had been slapped across the face in public, then rage swept over her features with fires burning in her eyes, and finally she snarled through gritted teeth, "Du Bufan, don't you dare act rashly! I am a true disciple of the Sword Mystery Sect and the woman of the heir to the Divine Martial Prince's Estate in the Southern Wasteland Domain! Your puny strength is as insignificant as an ant in the eyes of the Divine Martial Prince's Estate. If you dare lay a single finger on me, the Du Family will be completely exterminated, down to the last dog and chicken!" She tried to use her noble status to intimidate Du Bufan, but the undeniable terror in her eyes exposed her bluff.
Hearing this, the members of the Du Family turned as pale as paper, and worry spread through the crowd like a plague.
"The Divine Martial Prince? How did we get mixed up with him again?" a Du Family elder asked with a trembling voice, every word filled with unease and panic.
"The Divine Martial Prince... He is one of the top ten experts in the Southern Wasteland Domain." Du Tianxiong's expression grew grave, his brows tightly knitted as he understood the formidable reputation of the Divine Martial Prince and the terrifying power behind him. To the Du Family, this was like a mountain pressing down from above, a massive threat capable of plunging the clan into eternal damnation.
"Are you finished?" Du Bufan showed no fear, merely staring coldly at Li Muge without a shred of apprehension, his eyes filled with endless indifference, as if the person before him was not a formidable threat, but merely an ant.
Li Muge nodded slightly, assuming Du Bufan had been frightened into submission, and a flash of opportunistic relief crossed her eyes.
Bang! However, without the slightest hesitation, Du Bufan delivered a lightning-fast kick straight to Li Muge's dantian, his movement clean and decisive, without a trace of dragging water.
Puff! Li Muge instantly spewed a mouthful of blood, which sprayed onto the ground like a gushing fountain. Her face instantly turned as pale as paper, completely devoid of color, and her spiritual energy dissipated like a breached floodgate. Her eyes were filled with despair and disbelief, and her entire body swayed precariously like a puppet that had lost its skeleton support.