Ling Qing understood. Liaofan had undoubtedly fused the martial monks' Stunning Fist and penetrating force into the Tathagata Palm.
Not only that, but his sinews and bones had been tempered until they were like vajra, no weaker than Liaoran, who specialized in the Indestructible Vajra Divine Art, beside him.
Relying on the Indestructible Vajra Divine Art to all but ignore every attack, Liaoran wielded his Mighty Vajra Fist like a pestle pounding garlic. Whoever he struck was left with a glaring fist print on their body.
To be honest, the ruthlessness of these juniors took Ling Qing somewhat by surprise.
Hardly any of them cared whether they killed. Having received the order to fight without restraint, they acted as though they had been handed an execution order.
They showed no mercy, paid no heed to differences in cultivation or the bearing of an expert. So long as they caught someone, they would hammer them to death.
Ling Ji was like this. Liaofan and Liaoran were like this. Even Zhang Yuanbai—the refined, handsome Daoist whom Ling Qing had thought gentle as jade—did not hesitate in the slightest when killing.
It made Ling Qing wonder whether he had become some old fossil.
Sea Monk, trapped within Zhang Yuanbai's treasure mirror, had all four limbs severed by the Four Great Marshals within a few exchanges. Then Marshal Guan spurred the Red Hare, flashing past to behead him.
Afterward, the Four Great Marshals each led a contingent of troops. With Zhang Chengyu's Yin-Yang Bridge, they treated the sea as level ground and began their charge.
Any Pokémon or Mist Hidden ninja along the way who dared meet their edge was trampled into pulp beneath the iron cavalry.
Seeing him charging about with such utter abandon, Mist Hidden's Greninja could no longer hold back.
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