Chapter 745: The Dust Settles

The President’s face, once a mask of insane confidence, was now a canvas of pure terror. The chaotic-golden energy radiating from Qin Yu was not just powerful; it was sacred, primordial, a force that judged and purified all it touched. It was the antithesis of the dark, corrupting power he had sought to unleash. "Son of Qin Feng..." The President spat the words out, a mixture of hatred and disbelief. "It doesn't matter! Even if you are a true Martial Saint, you cannot stop what has been set...