With that, Ye Liang roared, "Charge!"
"CHARGE!"
All the martial artists behind him echoed the shout in unison.
"You think you can stop me? Dream on!"
Seeing this, Han Wang flew into a rage. In his eyes, Innate martial artists were no different from ants. How dare they block his path?
His heart filled with fury. It was one thing for Xu Ke, an Innate Great Perfection master, to block his palm strike—after all, the man's backing was harder than granite! But what right did this bunch of worthless trash have to stand in his way?
Thus, when Han Wang struck, he gave it his all. The icy aura surged with unprecedented intensity, so potent that even Xu Ke felt a chilling sensation, as if he were freezing solid.
He was going to slaughter this bunch of ignorant fools in a single blow!
