Chapter 902: The Fury of Fengyun, Three Sects Unite

The moment Matsu Floris moved, the fragile pretense of negotiation shattered into a million pieces. His body, wreathed in the roiling energies of chaos—a vortex of purest gold and abyssal black—became a projectile aimed at the heart of the impending doom. The very air in Kaitai City’s central plaza warped around his fist, screaming as it was torn asunder. “Insolent child!” Wu Bumi’s benevolent smile twisted into a mask of utter contempt. He didn’t move from his spot. He simply...