In the astonished and delighted eyes of countless tourists, Zhou Leng turned around and leapt high. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Countless people climbed to high places to look at the Black Palace.

They saw Zhou Leng, like a meteor, fall right above the Black Palace.

Boom!

A ball of light exploded, and then, a huge mushroom cloud rose.

The mushroom cloud slowly rose.

When the dust on the ground cleared, everyone saw that the iconic palace of the Eagle Alliance had vanished.

Some Dragon Country tourists shouted excitedly.

"Totally worth it, this trip is freaking worth it!"

"I only wanted to see zero-dollar shopping, patrol officers killing gray people on the streets, zombie walks in the civilian area, and gang fights, never thought I’d see something even more explosive!"

"For action, you have to look at the great beauty."

"Wait a minute, that’s Martial Saint Zhou Leng... is a war starting? Damn..."

The Dragon Country tourists froze for a moment, then fled, taking photos and videos while running and uploading them online.

With one punch, Zhou Leng shattered the Black Palace, and the voice of the Tree-man Demigod rang in his ears.

Following the reminder from the Tree-man Demigod, Zhou Leng ran quickly to a cracked lawn.

Looking down, a shadow emerged from the crack, and they exchanged glances.

Zhou Leng unleashed a Divine Light Sky Blast downward.

The Demon Worship Sect Martial Saint below screamed miserably as he was melted by the divine light.

Then, Zhou Leng ran to a piece of uncracked ground, tilted his ear slightly, sensing slight vibrations from deep underground.

Towards the direction of the vibrations, another Divine Light Sky Blast.

Boom!

The newly-promoted Martial Saint of the Demon Worship Sect underground didn’t have time to scream before being blasted into meat paste.

Then, massive rumbles echoed from various places around the Black Palace ruins, one after another "Divine Light Sky Blast" detonation, mushroom clouds rising one by one.

Countless Eagle Alliance people stared towards the Black Palace, dumbfounded.

Even the most belligerent, warrior-spirited redneck did not dare to take a step forward at this moment, only watching silently.

A large number of Eagle Alliance patrol officers also silently watched, motionless.

On the road, patches and patches of vehicles stopped, countless people left their carriages and looked up at the mushroom cloud over the Black Palace.

Many Eagle Alliance people’s faces showed neither pure laughter nor hate.

Everyone’s expression was extremely complex.

Not long after, the loud noise dissipated.

Zhou Leng stood on the ground waiting.

After a short time, the ground cracked open, and the demigod and Martial Saints who came together jumped out one after another.

Zhu Shiji looked around and asked, "Where are they? We just prepared to make a move, then got buried, and just heard you fighting, didn’t dare to attack recklessly..."

"All sorted," Zhou Leng said.

The gods looked helplessly at Zhou Leng, less than three minutes.

"Next target."

"Go!"

Zhou Leng led the way, heading straight to the seven-cornered building across the Mark River, the Eagle Alliance’s second core institution of the Demon Worship Sect.

Passing by the bridge broken by the obelisk, Zhou Leng landed and picked up the several hundred meters long bridge like picking up a stick from the ground.

Both hands held it, swung it around two circles, whoosh... whoosh... whoosh...

With a release, throwing it towards the seven-cornered building several kilometers away.

"Go!"

The bridge flew in the sky, Zhou Leng and the others ran on the ground.

With a booming sound, the bridge smashed into the seven-cornered building, large sections of floors collapsed, countless Martial Artists fled.

A Martial Saint rose from the seven-cornered building and looked at Zhou Leng, shouted in a low voice: "Martial Saint Zhou, isn’t there anything we can’t negotiate? Didn’t you say you could talk? We can also..."

Divine Light Sky Blast!

A punch, melting the Eagle Alliance’s Secretary of Defense.

Zhou Leng stood in mid-air, looking at the collapsing seven-cornered building below.

"I’m not interested in monkeying around at the negotiating table."

Zhou Leng looked at the people who just arrived behind him and said, "The first step perfectly completed, next, you form one team, I form another, start indiscriminate hunting of Demon Worship Sect Martial Saints. Remember, at any cost, do not consider any casualties."

As Zhou Leng spoke, he heard the voice of the Peak of the Earth in his ears, and based on the information, he sped towards the Eagle Alliance’s west coast economic center, New York.

The Demon Worship Sect was most rampant there.

Passing by the famous Commanding Mountain, he crushed it with one foot.

The video of the Black Palace being trampled spread like wildfire across the world network.

Dragon Country surprisingly did not ban it, nor did they provide any explanation, only normal reporting.

Even though the video showed Zhou Leng lifting the Eagle Alliance Obelisk to kill the Eagle Alliance Martial Saint, no explanation was provided.

Some Dragon Country Martial Saints who received the news had a headache.

Weren’t they supposed to only kill Martial Saints, without escalation?

Why did Zhou Leng wipe out the Black Palace and seven-cornered building first? How many people would that kill? What if it incited international public opinion?

They waited and waited, but no international public opinion attacks came.

The major western mainstream media, which often criticized Dragon Country and Zhou Leng, surprisingly did not launch any attack this time. Many hosts even insisted it was just a duel among Martial Saints, and would never lead to war.

Everything was under control.

And just recently, these people were clamoring to besiege Dragon Country.

Countries accustomed to watching Dragon Country and the Eagle Alliance’s actions waited quietly.

Soon, they found that neither country made any statements.

Xiong City remained quiet, so did the national capital of the Eagle Alliance.

The difference was, the former was silent, while the latter could no longer speak.

All sides waited quietly.

News spread across the web one by one.

Zhou Leng appeared in various places in the Eagle Alliance, killing Demon Worship Sect Martial Saints one by one.

Flying out of Silicon Valley, a Martial Saint came stepping through the air from afar.

"Martial Saint Zhou, please hold on!" An Eagle Alliance Martial Saint politely stopped Zhou Leng, clasped fists and saluted.

Zhou Leng looked at this Martial Saint, Kesinder, unlike the hard-line Eagle Alliance Martial Saints, he was relatively friendly to Dragon Country and not a member of the Demon Worship Sect.

Zhou Leng only slowed down but continued running forward.

Kesinder followed flying and running, urgently said: "Martial Saint Zhou, not all Eagle Alliance Martial Saints are members of the Demon Worship Sect. Some Martial Saints, even if they join the Demon Worship Sect, are forced. Please put aside violence, and resolve internal human conflicts through peaceful dialogue. If you continue like this, as your country’s saying goes, it will be pain for kin and joy for the enemy!"

Zhou Leng glanced at Kesinder doubtfully and slowly said, "I’m very busy, and besides, what you said here has been repeated over and over on our side, over and over again. But you never understood, nor were willing to listen."

Kesinder urgently said: "They are wrong, you can’t make the same mistake. I think humanity must..."

Zhou Leng punched, Kesinder stared in shock, his whole body exploded, no remains.

"You can’t ask people to put down violence only when you’re hurt."

Zhou Leng left without expression.

Along the way, occasionally Eagle Alliance or Seagull Alliance non-Demon Worship Sect Martial Saints came to persuade, Zhou Leng no longer engaged in conversation.

One punch to kill.

Kept moving forward.

The internet was flooded with various videos and news.

The fall of the Black Palace, collapse of the seven-cornered building, sinking of the Time Square, crumbling of the Rooster Iron Tower, collapse of the Parrot Country’s Big Clock, numerous cities on the eastern Mediterranean coast sinking...

With the help of the Demigod Demon Spirit Masters and Tree-man Demigods, no Demon Worship Sect Martial Saint could escape the search.

No matter underground, in the seabed trench, in the bustling market, or in space.

Searched one by one, hunted one by one.

After one day and night, all the Upper-Rank Demon Worship Sect Martial Saints were completely exterminated.

In total sixty-seven people, more than half of the total number of human Martial Saints.

Unimaginable terror and excitement, shrouded the globe like a shadow.