The two Grandmasters never expected that they would be completely unable to resist Zhao Tiezhu’s assault. Whether it was the Heaven-Splitting Fist or the Hundred-Step Divine Fist, both were hacked into whistling gusts of wind beneath the flames of his blade.
They were no match for him.
The endless, fiery blade radiance continued to descend with ferocious force, threatening to dismember them on the spot. As for the Masters and Half-step Grandmasters behind them, they were already struggling to hold their ground, and now they were like lambs waiting for the slaughter.
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