The grand voice spread over dozens of kilometers.
The guards involuntarily stepped aside as Zhou Leng strode forward.
"We must leave here!"
"Let's watch the battle from afar!"
The crowd quickly moved away.
Up ahead, some people abandoned their duty of guarding the Zhao Palace and headed into the distance.
Yet, there were still some people fixated on Zhou Leng.
"This is private property of the Zhao Clan, please leave immediately!" a martial artist from the Zhao Clan said.
Zhou Leng paid no heed and continued forward.
That person reached out to obstruct, but Zhou Leng didn't even raise a hand; the force expelled outward, sending everyone in the vicinity flying.
The human martial artists were unconscious.
The demon cultivators were dead.
As Zhou Leng advanced, no matter how many martial artists appeared before him, they were all blasted away.
Either unconscious or dead.
After traversing three streets, Zhou Leng arrived at the gate of the Zhao Palace.
