The All-Powerful William Miller

Chapter 169: A Grandmaster?

The huge heap of debris that marked the burial site of the lightning fist was shaking in the Westside of New Spring.

The entire half side of the building was no more as it had covered up the man after such a terrifying attack.

It would take days for even construction workers to move the debris away, and for this reason, the Sinclair practitioners had left him there for dead.

There is no way anyone could have survived such a catastrophic knockdown.

This is what they believed but only if they were here at that moment to see what was happening with the shaking and what was about to happen.

Boom!

There was an explosive noise from the site of burial and spine-chilling lightning fires straight from the huge heap into the heavens.

The debris was blown away, and some were even turned to smothering by such catastrophic energy.

The figure of a man in torn clothes came stumbling out and his body was covered in a layer of dust.

It was indeed the lightning fist himself, Caleb.

He looked arou