He stomped down, brutally forcing the Palace Master of the Sword God Palace—the elder brother of the Northern Domain Sword God, Ye Wufeng—to kneel on the ground.
As if kowtowing to a Demon God!
However, it wasn't over yet. Fang Shuwen raised his foot again...
BOOM!!
BOOM!!
BOOM!!!
With three consecutive stomps, accompanied by the crisp crack of breaking bone, one of Ye Wucheng's legs was completely shattered.
Everyone watching sucked in a sharp, cold breath.
It was as if those three stomps hadn't just landed on Ye Wucheng's leg, but on their own hearts as well.
Fear was plain to see on many faces.
Some even muttered in low voices:
"Truly... he truly lives up to the name Demon Evil God!"
"Such ferocious power... Even old Demons famous for decades would tremble at the mention of his name."
Fang Shuwen didn't care what others thought, and Ye Wucheng was in no state to care.
