The hall was covered in blood, dismembered limbs and flesh, the scene was startlingly gruesome.
It wasn't that Fang Zheng was merciless by nature or enjoyed torturing and killing opponents; in truth, his power was simply too great. A slight exertion of force was beyond what ordinary people could endure.
It was like humans versus ants.
Killing ants is easy, but ensuring the ant's body remains intact in death takes effort.
It's not impossible,
but rather whether one is willing to waste the time.
This was indeed Fang Zheng—unwilling to bother, his body released an unparalleled Righteous Strength, like a hurricane that instantly tore a few people in the room to shreds.
Entering the kitchen, he casually slapped dead a man and a woman who were about to charge into the hall with machetes.
Then he slightly tilted his ear to listen for a moment, reached out and grabbed an iron plate on the wall, and violently yanked it back.
"Creak..."
