The battle in front of the Maple Mountain Villa left the scene desolate, with the streets and surrounding trees all riddled with holes, not a single spot remained intact.
It looked as if it had been bombed, with giant pits and broken trees everywhere, all in utter chaos.
The unconscious security guard woke up, staring in shock at everything before him, "Was that a battle of gods just now?"
He quickly took out his cell phone and called his boss, feeling certain that he had just witnessed a divine struggle.
By the time a crowd chased to the seaside, the figures of Ye Qiu and the middle-aged man had disappeared.
"That middle-aged Martial Artist, whether alive or dead, if really killed by this young man, probably no one in all China would be his match," sighed an elder from the Wang family.
"Saying all of China might be an exaggeration, but discounting that, in the mortal world, it seems there is indeed no one who could match this young man," concurred an elder from the Xu family.
