"Sorry, I didn't control my strength very well. It seemed I gave your Yan Shaozhe quite a hard hit."
When Feng Yan said this, his tone was calm, and there was almost no trace of apology in his eyes—only perfect serenity.
But had he really failed to control his strength?
As the God of Fire, his control over power had long since reached perfection. How could he possibly have suddenly "slipped up" when striking Yan Shaozhe?
Clearly, he had done it on purpose.
The fact that no mushroom cloud like the one Tang Hao had caused before appeared over Shrek's Inner Court was the best proof.
"What a pity. Some people have cultivated themselves into dogs. Don't they even have the courage to face a powerful enemy?" Feng Yan began to sneer sarcastically.
Even he, if facing God King Tang San now, would not lack the courage to fight back. He might still lose in the end, but even a rabbit would bite when cornered...
Feng Yan had thought that, even if these elders did not confront him head-on, they would at least symbolically try to stop him. Even revealing their martial souls would have counted as doing Shrek justice.
But in reality, the instant they heard "Great Sumeru Hammer," the elders moved in perfect unison to shield the others behind them.
A few had even secretly circulated their Soul Power to protect the meridians throughout their bodies, terrified of being caught in the attack.
Their coordination was so flawless and their reactions so swift that even Feng Yan could not help awarding them a "Best Survival Award" in his heart.
In short, to put it briefly.
Fire Buddha was deeply disappointed now and had already decided to give up on saving these "old fools."
He would just let them