It went on until all that could be heard was BAM BAM BAM, BAM BAM BAM!
With eight consecutive explosive sounds, the eight Elders were blown to smithereens by their own Palm Power.
But Fang Shuwen, who had activated the Twelve-Gate Golden Bell Shield, didn't even slow down for a fraction of a second before disappearing into the distance.
Only then did their shattered remains fall to the ground.
Taking the shortest distance between two points, Fang Shuwen simply sprinted madly toward the docks. He paid no mind to any people or buildings in his path.
Violent explosions, thunderous shattering—all sorts of sounds echoed one after another.
One moment, a massive hall stood silently; the next, without any warning, a ridiculously large hole appeared in its thick wall. Rubble flew, crashing and clattering everywhere. Before the noise could even fade, there was another BOOM.
Suhe Lan, who had gradually grown accustomed to the speed, was on the verge of tears as she watched.
