Bai Jingfei’s face instantly went deathly pale. He had truly never expected his strongest punch to be shattered so effortlessly by his opponent. Utterly horrified, he had no idea how to defend against this next savage blow...

Watching the rapidly approaching fist shadow, seeing the increasingly massive fist, Bai Jingfei experienced fear for the very first time—a genuine, bone-deep terror anticipating the arrival of death...

Was he about to die? Bai Jingfei’s heart filled with absolute despair...

Just then, a magnificent, towering figure materialized in front of Bai Jingfei. Gazing at the lightning-fast punch, he too showed no hesitation, unleashing a punch of his own that slammed violently into Liang Xiaoke’s strike...

With a deafening "Rumble," the air seemed to detonate, sending out a colossal white ripple. The savage force instantly pulverized the nearby rockery and crushed the surrounding flora, even blasting a deep crater into the earth. Liang Xiaoke was violently thrown backward; his entire right arm looked as if it had been ground through a meat grinder. Strips of scarlet flesh were being torn away piece by piece, exposing glistening white bone. Wisps of ash-gray energy coiled around the limb, yet they were suppressed by an immense power, rendering immediate repair impossible...

As the white light gradually faded, a figure stood revealed before Liang Xiaoke: a man with hair as white as snow, yet possessing a physique of immense strength...

He stood there alone, yet he loomed like an insurmountable mountain, incapable of collapse...

“Martial Saint...”

Bing Ming gasped the word aloud. Such aura, such presence—what else could he be but a Martial Saint...

The newcomer was none other than Bai Tianyu. Upon sensing the extremely potent aura emanating from the backyard where Liang Xiaoke was fighting, he had rushed over instantly, arriving precisely in time to save Bai Jingfei’s life...

Although he had repelled Liang Xiaoke with a single punch, his own arm trembled violently, and beneath his feet, a crater more than a meter in diameter had formed—the mere residual mark left by their exchanged blows...

Following Bing Ming’s exclamation, every eye turned toward Bai Tianyu, as if he alone commanded the heavens and the earth...

“Retreat. I am no match for him...” Liang Xiaoke spat out a mouthful of blood, but driven by a desire not to waste it, he forcibly sucked it back in. His expression was grim as he stared at Bai Tianyu, who stood ten paces away...

In truth, Liang Xiaoke needn’t have said anything. Ye Jingyu already knew Liang Xiaoke was outmatched; otherwise, he wouldn't have been blasted away with his entire arm shattered...

“Everyone, retreat...” Ye Jingyu was a man capable of both seizing and releasing opportunities. Since their opponent was a Martial Saint, if they couldn't win, retreat was the only option. He gave the command and was the first to surge toward the southwest...

Chi Yixiu, Hu Yanqi, Hu Yanmeng, and even Bing Ming wasted no further moment. One by one, they rose and bolted toward the southwest. Facing the two-meter-high courtyard wall, Chi Yixiu swung his battle-axe, shattering it instantly, and led the contingent of Chi Yi warriors in a frantic dash outward...

In a confrontation between masters of this caliber, staying would serve no purpose...

“The others may leave, but you must remain with him...” Bai Tianyu simply snorted. His voice was light, yet it carried the majesty of a supreme deity from the heavens, imbued with endless authority. Ye Jingyu, who was mid-escape, felt the blood in his veins surge violently, as if ready to burst forth...

This wasn't mere martial technique; it was more potent than any illusion...

“All of you, fall back! Save as many as you can escape with...” Knowing the enemy intended to capture him and Liang Xiaoke, Ye Jingyu forcefully suppressed the agitation in his chest and roared the command again. He feared that Chi Yixiu and the others might stay behind to buy him a sliver of escape time, sacrificing their lives...

“Who the hell do you think you are... I’ll blast you to bits!” Liang Xiaoke roared in anger. He whipped out a sniper cannon from his Qiankun Ring, neglected to aim, and yanked the trigger. At such close range, sighting was unnecessary...

With a thunderous bang, a fist-sized projectile (shell) shot out, reaching Bai Tianyu’s position in the blink of an eye...

A flicker of surprise crossed Bai Tianyu’s eyes, yet he made no visible movement. With a mere wave of one hand, the fist-sized shell was caught dead in his grasp...

“You have got to be kidding me...” Liang Xiaoke cursed. A sniper cannon! That was a sniper cannon! How fast was that thing? Even a Grandmaster several kilometers away couldn't dodge it, yet at just over ten meters, Bai Tianyu had simply plucked it from the air. How fast was he?

“I’m done playing games...” Liang Xiaoke cried out, pulling more than ten grenades from his Qiankun Ring and hurling them toward Bai Tianyu, even as he spun around to flee...

He ran with astonishing speed. By the time the grenades neared Bai Tianyu, Liang Xiaoke had already bolted hundreds of meters away, knocking over two rockeries, crushing several floor tiles, and casually snapping the necks of two bodyguards sent by Sima Xuan along the way...

Seeing the objects Liang Xiaoke hurled, a light flashed in Bai Tianyu’s eyes. He didn't grab them directly; instead, he flicked his finger, sending out several streams of fierce wind that struck the grenades. Instantly, booming explosions erupted, and pillars of fire shot toward the sky. However, the fierce flames and flying shrapnel were all deflected by a transparent energy shield hovering half an inch from Bai Tianyu’s body...

“Trivial tricks...” Bai Tianyu dismissed them lightly. He took one step forward—a step that covered hundreds of meters—and then another, instantly placing him directly above Liang Xiaoke...

“Hand of the Heavens...” Bai Tianyu whispered, raising his hand to slam down on Liang Xiaoke. A gigantic palm print materialized in the sky, descending ferociously upon him...

“My mother!” Feeling the terrifying power descending from above, Liang Xiaoke’s face again turned ashen. Shouting in panic, he violently pushed off with both legs, launching himself like a flea hundreds of meters away, narrowly and miraculously evading the descending palm. However, the spot where he had just stood was annihilated; at least a hundred ordinary dwellings were pulverized by that single strike, and the occupants inside lost their lives before they could even scream...

Witnessing this devastation, Bai Tianyu frowned, a hint of reluctance crossing his expression. The second strike he was about to deliver was retracted. His form dissolved into a streak of light as he pursued Liang Xiaoke. Meanwhile, Bai Jingfei, along with the remaining eight Grandmasters and the newly arrived Bai Ziyun, chased at full tilt in the direction Ye Jingyu had fled. Especially Bai Ziyun, whose eyes were bloodshot upon learning from Bai Jingfei that Ye Jingyu was the killer of his son...

As for the others, they obeyed Bai Tianyu’s command and paid no mind to the pursuers...

As for Sima Xuan, he was deeply shaken by Liang Xiaoke’s bizarre antics and Bai Tianyu’s sheer power. The gap between a Grandmaster and a Martial Saint, though seeming a single step, was in reality a chasm spanning ten thousand miles...