Wang Jinshang's long hair whipped about as boundless killing intent surged from his body. He charged straight at Beitan Gao's giant hand.
"Boom!"
A hundred-zhang-tall phantom of a Dharma Form burst forth from his body, and his aura soared again in an instant. Clearly, he intended to strike with overwhelming force and slay the invading enemy, immediately unleashing his Dharma Form.
Others did not know, but he knew that the Great Saint who had fallen in Water Cloud City had been Wang Chuanzong of the Wang Family. Even the Wang Family did not know whether Wei Fan had been the one to act.
The Wang Family was now jittery at every shadow, and only by killing any enemy with overwhelming methods could they deter the petty vermin.
"Break!"
He roared, and the power of his will swept out like a gale, drawing together the power of the Great Dao into a fist that blasted toward the giant hand.
Terrifying pressure descended, shattering even the Quiet Pavilion's formations around him.
"Wang Jinshang is so strong!"
Just as everyone marveled at Wang Jinshang's imposing aura, the giant hand seemed to be infused with an immense amount of energy in an instant. It erupted with towering radiance, its five fingers tightening and closing as it seized Wang Jinshang.
"Pfft!"
The sound of bursting bubbles rang through Saint City. Wang Jinshang's Dharma Form phantom was as fragile as papier-mâché, crushed apart by the giant hand in a single squeeze.
At the center of the Dharma Form phantom, Wang Jinshang did not even have time to scream before he was crushed on the spot. A torrent of bloody mist poured through the gaps between the giant hand's fingers.
The giant hand shook again, and a few wisps of ash drifted down. Wang Jinshang had not