With Inspiration Berserker State activated, Andrew Han truly felt a strange confusion. Even if Bai Hongran was a bit stronger than others, it was not by much.
He had always treated others with sincerity, and in truth, hadn't used much force—just a few casual moves, and Keaton Nan was dead. Bai Hongran's perfectly proportioned features had frozen, her exquisite red lips parted so wide that they could almost fit two standard eggs.
"Sigh." Although she couldn't see clearly, Bai Hongran muttered under her breath.
Andrew Han exhaled softly, his face expressionless. But Bai Hongran kept feeling that something terrifying was lurking, something dreadful lying in wait three hundred meters ahead! Her Gifted Power, which leaned toward perception, granted her unusually sharp senses.
At this moment, Andrew had not yet exited Berserker State; in his soul, an indescribable roar surged forth, muddling his thoughts and slowing both mind and movement. Even separated by three hundred meters, Bai Hongran's heart was pounding in fear.
That's right.
It wasn't just Bai Hongran. No one else had any idea just how terrifying Inspiration Berserker State truly was!
Inside and outside the ruins of Southridge Sect, everyone watched in utter shock and fear as the scene unfolded. Many other guests felt the same; most were Martial Generals, even stronger than Bai Hongran, and the sense of deathly terror they sensed was even more pronounced, nearly making them collapse.
Silken moonlight, a gentle breeze, and the dense mountains encircling the area all combined to create an indescribably eerie, deathly stillness. The atmosphere seeped into the depths of everyone's hearts, exploding like thunder in their minds and making their bodies tremble as if battered by crashing waves. Just the aura alone could do this.
Shock! Imagine his martial power. How terrifying must it be?
Unparalleled shock! This is bad.
This was Keaton Nan, sect master of Southridge Sect—a genuine titled three-step Martial Lord, also known as a sect-master-class expert, the kind of powerhouse who could stand at the helm of a sect. It seems Andrew Han's words were absolutely not false. Otherwise, how could he dare to kill the sect master of Southridge Sect? Then, when he spoke of exterminating the sect earlier, could that also be true?
Yet right before their eyes—he was shocked and uncertain, unable to believe it.
Keaton Nan, titled expert of the Southridge Sect, had been killed by Andrew Han. The other guests were the same: "Absolutely impossible."
All they could do was stare helplessly at this bizarre, unbelievable event, unable to speak, move, or even think. Except for Calamity Tides, there hasn't been a sect extermination event in two hundred years! It goes without saying, if Southridge Sect is exterminated, it will cause a tremendous sensation in the entire Martial Arts World.
Martial arts sects cannot be compared with aristocratic families.
Moonlight spilled across the scene. In the Martial Arts World of Sinovera, aristocratic families are just composed of idle martial artists, at most lasting two or three hundred years. Their bloodline structure means they cannot endure for long. But martial arts sects are different.
The mountain gate was silent. Every martial arts sect has a long history!
The strongest among the guests, Gavin Bai, looked utterly pale. "How is this possible? Keaton Nan was a bona fide titled first-step Martial Lord, a master who could fuse the forces of heaven and earth and command Mystery-Level Mastery!" Sects focused on martial arts development are truly the cornerstone of the Martial Arts World, determining the strength of Sinovera's martial power and holding extraordinary importance.
His heart was rocked by waves of shock. Well said.