One of the black-clad men reached out, his hand like a mountain toppling, causing everything from east to west to collapse layer by layer.
His fist intent condensed, and his true qi was fierce and explosive, transforming into an earthen-yellow beam that shot straight at Gang Leader Mi of the Xiaohe Gang and Sect Leader Xia of the Six Lakes Sect.
The other black-clad man wielded his fingers like a brush splashing ink, painting a marvelous Dan Qing. Layer upon layer of fine Finger Force burst forth, coiling toward the Wang Family Head and the Mei Family Head.
Two against four, they showed not the slightest fear or hesitation. Instead, they fully displayed the fierce, tyrannical yang force of martial arts, their bearing terrifying.
Their martial arts and cultivation were both at the level of top-notch experts in the Innate Realm. Though they were somewhat inferior to Yang Cai, who had once fought Meng Zhao, the gap was limited.
Moreover, the four men they faced all came from minor families and small forces. Their martial arts were weak, and confronted with this sudden assault and its horrifyingly powerful offensive, they had almost no power to fight back. Even if they struggled with all their might, it would be futile.
Among those present, no one seemed to dare oppose the Beitang Family, much less offend the Yanping Commandery Prince's Mansion, which seemed poised for greatness, over a few insignificant small factions.
Yet just as the two black-clad masters were about to succeed, an incomparably brilliant and radiant Buddhist light suddenly rose.
An enormous Buddhist palm emerged across the sky, carrying the supreme Buddhist might to suppress the fiends of the four seas and eight wastelands, to strike down the demon lords of the nine heavens and ten lands.
Its radiance was