What ferocious splash damage!
Where the girl's fist landed, eight incredibly solid golden shockwaves blasted toward eight directions like exploding shells. Each shockwave surged more than thirty meters before losing power and dissipating. Wherever they passed, people and horses were thrown into chaos; weapons and armor were as fragile as biscuits, shattering without exception.
Amid a string of bell-like booms, clumps of golden shockwaves kept exploding, as though continuous artillery fire had smashed the Yellow Flower Bee camp to pieces.
Bandits were nothing but a rabble. What persistence or conviction could they possibly have? The moment they saw things were hopeless, they scattered like birds and beasts.
One Battle Qi warrior frantically accelerated in his flying armor while shouting over the channel, "We miscalculated, we've been exposed, retreat TUI—" Before he could finish, a streak of light caught up to him in an instant.
What speed!
The girl moved like a flying dragon, not the least bit fantastical, mysterious, or illusory. She simply erupted with maximum force, at maximum speed, along the straightest possible line.
Golden light cleaved through the air. The girl flew above the Battle Qi warrior, and a clean, unadorned fist descended from the heavens, smashing toward his crown like the heavy hammer of a giant god.
What power!
Battle Qi rose, then Battle Qi collapsed.
His stance braced, then his stance failed.
His arm blocked, then his arm broke.
His cultivated body resisted, then his cultivated body shattered.
The girl's slender arm seemed cast from bronze, forged from iron, made of solid tungsten steel beyond solid. In the most straightforward manner, with the hardest posture and the most earnest attitude, carrying an unmatched sense of weight, it smashed straight down.
Boom—
Again came the sound of a struck bell. The Battle Qi warrior only had time