Five against fifty thousand. With one palm strike, the void was pushed flat, and fifty thousand Confucian cultivators were blasted backward. Nearly all of them spat blood, while the more unfortunate ones fainted on the spot.
"Of tens of thousands of people, there isn't even a single Ancient Immortal?"
After striking, Luo Xingchen looked strangely at this so-called Confucian School New Sacred Land.
"The Confucian School has actually declined to this extent!" Corpse Mister said indifferently.
Back when he had first come to the Eastern Continent, the Confucian School had been a giant of the Eastern Continent, ruling the Lu Territory while all the sects submitted to it. Now, even after its sacred land had been reassembled, there was not a single Ancient Immortal among them. More than fifty thousand Confucian disciples had been sent flying by a single palm from Luo Xingchen.
Placed against the past, this was simply unimaginable.
"Se Kong!" Zhong Shan's expression changed.
He reached out and grabbed downward with one palm.
"Boom!"
With only a single thunderous crash, Se Kong had already teleported away in panic.
At the instant he teleported away, Se Kong saw Luo Xingchen's earth-shaking palm strike. It was terrifying. How could Zhong Shan's subordinates be so abnormal?
However, the Teleportation Talisman left behind by Confucius had ultimately served its purpose.
Even though Zhong Shan had struck him once at the very end, Se Kong had still escaped.
Se Kong possessed Confucius's Great Confucian Path, as well as the supreme treasure known as the Yuanshi Banner. If it had been anyone else, their courage would have swelled without limit long ago, and they would have come out shouting about annihilating Zhong Shan. But Se Kong had not. The feeling was simply too intense. Every time was the same.
The instant he teleported