"Kid, even though your strength has improved significantly, thinking you alone can defeat Yan Hai and me is wishful thinking!" Fu Ming scoffed. "Now, I’ll show you the true gap in our power—a gap you can’t close just by inheriting a legacy!"
The moment he finished speaking, Fu Ming’s murderous intent flared. A powerful force condensed in his palm. Another Palm Shadow, dozens of feet high, shot toward Long Chen!
Facing this strike, Long Chen simply waved his hand. The golden light radiating from his body swept out with ripples of energy.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The golden light washed over the Palm Shadow, continuously weakening its power and easily blocking Fu Ming’s attack.
The golden light then spread out, washing over the Fengren Gang members.
"Ah—!!"
Tragic screams rang out as they were torn limb from limb, blood splattering everywhere. Finally, with a series of dull thuds, their bodies exploded into clouds of blood mist.
In the blink of an eye, the numerical advantage Yan Hai had brought was wiped out.
"How is this possible?" Fu Ming was shocked. His opponent clearly only has the combat power of the Warrior Sect Rank, yet the force he unleashed could neutralize my attack?
Yan Hai’s expression turned utterly grim. These were the elite experts of the Fengren Sect! Now, they had all died right before his eyes. This was a massive blow to the sect! He was so infuriated that he wanted to tear Long Chen to pieces right then and there!
"There’s something strange about this kid! Be careful! Let’s attack him together!"
Before Fu Ming had even finished speaking, Yan Hai was already in motion.
Yan Hai floated into the air. "Secret Technique: Wind Blade Extermination!"
He formed seals with his hands, mobilizing the surrounding air.
Seeing this, Fu Ming also sprang into action. He clasped his hands together and began murmuring an incantation.
"Prajna Vajra Palm!"
Immediately, a massive Palm Shadow condensed above his forehead.
Seeing them gathering power, Long Chen immediately activated the Second Stage Coiling Dragon Seal, targeting both Fu Ming and Yan Hai.
Suddenly, an invisible pressure enveloped them. The auras of Fu Ming and Yan Hai plummeted, their combat power suppressed down to the War Sect Ninth Layer!
"What’s going on?"
"My power is weakening?"
Shock appeared on the faces of both Fu Ming and Yan Hai.
"No matter! This kid is dead either way!" Yan Hai snorted coldly as countless Qi Blades condensed around him.
"Go!" Yan Hai roared, staring intently at Long Chen as he thrust his hand forward.
The Qi Blades flew toward Long Chen like the Grim Reaper’s scythe!
"Suppress him!" Fu Ming yelled, pressing his hand downward.
The enormous Palm Shadow once again descended upon Long Chen!
Facing their combined attack, Long Chen remained expressionless, his demeanor indifferent. The battle qi within his body surged and gathered in his palm. A golden light emerged, accompanied by dense runes, forming a golden Rune Inscription that pulsed with waves of energy.
"Great Brahman Holy Palm!" Long Chen roared.
The golden light instantly burst forth, growing so dazzling it blinded everyone.
RUMBLE!
A tremendous explosion erupted. Like kites with their strings cut, Fu Ming and Yan Hai were sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground. They vomited blood, their faces deathly pale. They lay powerless, covered in their own blood—a wretched sight.
"Impossible!"
"This... this is impossible!"
"How could we lose?"
"I’m going to kill you!!!"
Their eyes filled with bitter resentment, but even more so with utter shock and disbelief.