The overwhelming and profound fist strength, like an enraged dragon soaring into the sky, enveloped dozens of martial artists, either tearing or colliding with them. Different types of vigorous qi intermingled like undercurrents beneath the surface of the water, entangling with each other and resulting in a horrifying spectacle of carnage to the naked eye.
On the spot, more than a dozen people coughed up blood and retreated.
The original entrance was a small gap squeezed out between two mountain cliffs, narrow and oppressive. But then, it was blown open by the dragon-like fist strength into a sizeable gap, as if a corner of the sky were missing.
Wang Anfeng retracted his right hand and drew the longsword from the ground.
As far as the eye could see ahead, the terrain was now flat. The people of Jianghu who harbored hostility and fear towards him no longer had the rocks to shield them, suddenly feeling almost within arm's reach.
