"Barbarians will always be barbarians." Looking at the bewildered Hand of Chaos, Du Jingzhe smiled faintly, a trace of contempt creeping into his smile.
"You three... come at me together."
As his words fell, BOOM!!!
Scarlet blood qi wreathed in black lightning surged into the sky, and violent winds erupted like a nuclear blast, sweeping in every direction.
Shock waves rolled outward. The surrounding mountain ranges could not withstand the force; rocks shattered, and the mountains collapsed layer by layer.
The destructive tremors swept across almost the entire battlefield.
Nightmare Hand, Rotting Hand, and Hand of Chaos all blanched. The instant that immense blood qi struck, they were hurled away before they could steady themselves.
They slammed into the distant mountains, gouging three deep craters into the slopes.
Dust billowed. Du Jingzhe stood at the center of the swirling haze, his hands still clasped behind his back like a little old man, his gray speaker's robes snapping in the wind.
Suddenly, his body rose eerily into the air and drifted toward the three members of the Ten Hands. Without any visible movement, the space beneath his feet contracted on its own, compressing vast distances into mere inches and carrying him sixty miles in an instant.
He looked down at the three struggling to rise amid the mountain rubble and said flatly, "You three are unworthy of being my opponents. Call your gods here."
Du Jingzhe understood his teacher's intent perfectly-the true meaning behind those words, "Do not disappoint me."
Was his teacher asking him to deal with three members of the Ten Hands?
Absolutely not.
His teacher could destroy mere members of the Ten Hands with a flick of his finger. Why go to all this trouble?
In his view, only an Evil God could cause his teacher trouble.
Thus,