Chapter 787, What is true power?

Murderous spirit filled the air between Heaven and earth. 

Tragic screams rose and fell one after another. 

Yang Tianwu had made a powerful move. He struck a silver light sword down from the sky, without caring who was right or wrong and had killed many people at once. 

“Father, father, wake up...” A young man was hugging the mangled half body of his father, crying out in grief. Then, with his eyes flashing a blood coloured light, he charged towards the [Iron Heart Blood Saint] in the Void as he roared, “The person surnamed Yang, my father and I did not say anything, you... I'm going to kill you...”

Yang Tianwu did not even cast a glance over at him, simply pointed out one finger. 

Boom! 

A silver light sword shot out from his fingertip, slicing downwards. 

Before the young man could get within thousands of meters of him, he was struck by the sword light and instantly turned into a pool of blood, like a blooming flower, and dissipated in the Void.

“I'm going to kill you.” 

“Die!” 

There were several more figures that transformed into streams of light and sped towards Yang Tianwu. 

Like the young man before, their close relatives had been wrongly killed. Their hatred soared. They simply wanted to avenge their loved ones and did not care about anything else.

But—— 

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!  

Silver sword light flashed. 

Boom! Boom! Boom! 

A number of figures exploded into clouds of blood in the middle of the air.

[Iron Heart Blood Saint] Yang Tianwu simply did not hold back. He mercilessly killed everyone without the slightest look of guilt across his face, the corners of his mouth curved in a faint smile.

In the end nobody dared to make a move again. 

Even if they had joined forces to attack, facing a Saint level expert, everything was futile. Anger without strength was meaningless, and charging up towards him was the same as hitting a rock with an egg. 

It went quiet all around. 

Some experts who were affected by the impact were originally full of fury, but upon the sight of that scene, one after another, their anger was dissipated as if a bucket of ice water was poured over their head and they were shivering from the cold. Even an idiot could see that the [Iron Heart Blood Saint] was on a killing spree. 

No one dared to talk anymore....