Early spring sunlight shone gently, filtering through layers of lush green leaves and scattering dappled light across the ground, imbuing the scene with an indescribable atmosphere of deathly silence.
Hiss!
The seven people exchanged glances, shaken to their core: "The giant bull demon's horn... shattered?"
Unbelievable!
They glanced around in confusion, at a loss.
The massive, glossy-black bull before them was ferocious to the extreme, its savagery almost unbearable. Its strength likely matched the peak of the Martial General Realm—more than enough to slaughter them with ease.
Moreover, the stronger a demon, the harder its horns.
It was no exaggeration to say that the horns of this glossy-black giant bull could rival industrial-grade diamond. Only specialized cutting equipment could break them.
And yet—
The young man in the black windbreaker had only pressed his palm down lightly—and the bull's horn shattered. What level of martial power was this? It bordered on the absurd.
The next instant—Moo!
The giant bull, its body gleaming with a glossy-black sheen, instantly felt the agony of its broken horn. Its crimson eyes deepened to blood-red, brewing with violence.
"Human!"
It roared in fury, stamping its hooves forward.
"So weak, and your voice is so unpleasant. You might as well die." Andrew Han gripped the broken horn of the glossy-black giant bull, smiling faintly as he withdrew his left fist—liquid Internal Power swirling within—from his waist.
Boom!
His left fist shot out like a cannonball leaving the barrel.
The surging wind generated by his fist struck the broken horn, producing a crisp sound. In that instant, the remaining fragment exploded—shattered as easily as if crushing diamond beneath his palm.
To the side—
The seven disciples from a small martial sect were visibly moved: "He shattered a demon's horn head-on with flesh and blood, and came away completely unharmed?"