After all, such might could only belong to the power of ghosts and gods.
That was less than one-thirtieth of my True Qi. If I were to unleash my full power, the hundreds of men dozens of yards ahead of me would all be killed. Looking at the carnage wrought by his palm strike, Zhao Feng smiled to himself. He hadn't even gone all out yet. Such power was truly invincible on the battlefield.
After that brief test, Zhao Feng no longer held back and continued his charge. This battlefield was his paradise for reaping enemies and collecting Attributes.
With their Main General being so fearsomely brave, the effect on his Sharp Warriors was unimaginable.
In almost no time, the routed soldiers were slaughtered to the last man by Zhao Feng and his troops. Many were even forced back into their own shield walls, only to be impaled by friendly spears.
