Crack!
No reply came; with a powerful squeeze, he crushed the skull in one go.
Every trace of life vanished as he stepped out of a house amidst ruins, gazing at the remaining members of the Songhe Style.
Entering Strength, Core...
A cold light lurked in his eyes, casting a shadow over everyone's hearts, and behind him the Red Tiger coalesced, sweeping over the area like a ferocious beast, not sparing a shred of Power.
Drops of fresh blood seeped out, and Chen Feng took down the Songhe plaque hanging over the main gate.
Crack!
The plaque shattered.
"From today on."
"There is no longer a Songhe Style in the world."
...
Rolling flames shot up to the sky, and a plume of black smoke rose from atop a low hill.
What was once a prosperous Martial Arts Sect now seemed to have caught fire, with buildings collapsing one after another.
"What's happening? How could there be a fire?"
