Dark smoke and haze billowed from the Golden Star Sect, particularly in the front yard near the gate. Out of the initial 500 people, only 486 from the alliance of Wudang Sect, Xuantian Academy, and the Imperial faction remained.
Boom!
Shi Huang's golden fist struck dozens of people, sending peacocks scattering in all directions. This time, Shi Huang showed no mercy.
Yet, his advance was halted by a man cloaked in black. "I've heard rumors about your power, Shi Huang. It seems they were true; you are indeed formidable," he said, his smile mysterious.
"Who are you?" Shi Huang asked, his tone calm yet cold.
"It doesn't matter who I am," the man replied.
Shi Huang had no intention of engaging in conversation; he attacked again with his golden fist. Yet, his strike passed through the man as if he were an illusion.
The man in the black robe simply smiled and then turned away; with every step, he vanished.
