Immediately after, a big hand reached out and grasped all of the dozen masters rushing towards him, violently crushing them in its grip.
A loud "bang" resounded, and a crimson mist of blood spread out, shattered flesh mingled with white bones scattering everywhere.
An abrupt change occurred, causing everyone's face to turn pale.
Who could have imagined that at the Fengshen Platform, during the national ceremony, Ma Zongkui would actually hide a deadly weapon and truly start killing people—it was utterly lawless.
"It's over!" Ma Wusheng's heart skipped a beat.
He knew that Ma Zongkui's life couldn't be saved anymore.
"Father, you should worry about yourself now."
Ma Zongkui sneered, and from the shadows, a man clad in a black robe slowly emerged, his icy gaze like that of a Demon God, standing on the high platform, looking down upon all the people below.
"That is..."
"Heavenly Master's Tao!?" someone exclaimed, recognizing the insignia on the robe.