A faint golden light flickered within that punch!
"Bang!"
A clear shockwave exploded in the air like a cannonball blast, and the fiend was sent flying straight out.
He crashed into the ground, producing another booming sound.
This fiend's physique was far harder than steel, which was also the source of his confidence, but when he met this punch with its faint golden light, his entire body directly caved inward.
A burst of blood exploded in the air, and after hitting the ground, the fiend quickly crawled back up, yet he no longer dared to face An Yang.
An Yang swept his gaze across the numerous fiends on the ground; these fiends often wore Taoist robes or monk's garments, looking like cultivators pursuing the Great Dao or compassionate ascetics, but alas, only the people harmed by them truly knew just how ugly and cruel their hearts were.
Without hesitation, he pivoted his figure and charged down.
"Boom!"
With another punch thrown, he directly beat a fiend wearing monk's robes into a pile of minced meat!
This world did not consist entirely of powerhouses like Mo Ya and Shen Ming; beings like that eagle-demon Taoist were very rare, and most of them were the small fiends below. Either they were minor demons and monsters, or they were cultivators who had strayed onto the wrong path for a dozen or several decades. In An Yang's eyes, they were just a bunch of scum—and a bunch of heinous scum at that.
At this moment, as he plunged into the ranks below, he was naturally like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. These fiends could not even run away and were left to be bludgeoned to death by him one after another.
In the end, the fiends grew more and more scattered; after