Several days later…
Boom!!
A fist covered in a black metal fist glove instantly pierced through a tree barely thick enough for one person to hug with the length of their arms, creating a perfectly round and smooth hole, as though a high-speed diamond-tipped drill had gone through it.
"The White Cloud Palace Master…" The man wearing the fist gloves panted hard, his eyes reddening.
He raised his head abruptly.
Ahhh!!!!
The howl of frustration and anger instantly reverberated throughout the whole valley.
"He’s not dead… not dead!! Hahahaha…" The man threw his head back and laughed, "Not dead! Teacher! He really isn’t dead!!!"
"Even if he really isn’t dead, that person had been at the level of King of the Century even back then, do you really think you can take your revenge?" The man’s expression changed instantly, and he smiled strangely, his voice even turning to that of a piercing woman’s voice.