Li Changfeng suddenly smiled faintly. "Brother Zhang! I suddenly thought of a way!"
Zhang Xuandao was slightly startled. "What way? Let's hear it!"
A sharp glint flashed through Li Changfeng's eyes. "Shift the disaster onto someone else!"
Zhang Xuandao's eyes lit up at his words, and he immediately understood Li Changfeng's idea. His gaze slowly fell upon those people, his face filled with amusement. "Hehe! Everyone, I need your help with something!"
The Venomous Dragon Eighteen Strongholds men wore grim expressions. "Are you toying with us? It seems you don't want to live anymore! Brothers! Kill them and take his treasures!"
Zhang Xuandao smiled faintly at the sight. "Brother Li! Will you do it, or shall I?"
Li Changfeng sighed. "You do it! My injuries are more serious than yours, so I need a little more rest!"
Zhang Xuandao chuckled. "Fine! I'll do it!"
With that, Zhang Xuandao struck abruptly. With a single soft palm technique, he neutralized all their attacks. Though the soft palm seemed slow, no matter how swift the Venomous Dragon Eighteen Strongholds' attacks were, he dispelled them one by one.
Then, a powerful Yin-Yang palm intent erupted from his palms and slowly struck toward the Venomous Dragon Eighteen Strongholds men. When it landed on them, its force was astonishing.
Every palm strike shattered the opponents' heart meridians and internal organs, steadily reaping the lives of the Venomous Dragon Eighteen Strongholds men. In less than a moment, corpses covered the ground, every one of them dead from shattered organs. Its power was utterly tyrannical!
Only the sinister-faced man remained, trembling as he stared at Zhang Xuandao, this killing machine. Terror surged through his heart.
"Y-You... don't come any closer!"
Zhang Xuandao's face was full of smiles. "Don't worry! I won't kill you. You still have your uses!"