Zayn stomped harshly, instantly making a large pit on the ground. His figure rose from the ground and leaped into the air, then he dashed towards the group of people like a meteor.

“Grand… Grandmaster!” Weiner was shocked, he knew this aura too well.

It was because they always felt it on the body of their father, Carlos Stoermer, but… Zayn Stoermer had become a Grandmaster. How was it possible?

“36 Heavenly Spirits! Get into formation!”

However, this was all too late.

Since Zayn had just become a Grandmaster, he was about to kill someone to establish his authority, making a blood sacrifice for the title of Grandmaster.

Boom!

Weiner was a bit slow. Zayn, who had released his internal force, grabbed him, swinging his palm towards him.

His complete head was then smashed into pieces, as if it were a mere watermelon.

One could never know the greatness of a Grandmaster unless he were to become a Grandmaster. That was a realm that not even Peak-Earth experts could be able to feel pe