As soon as Ming Hao and the others joined the battle,
Fatty Zhang roared and charged straight into Wang Lin's group!
"Iron Mountain Lean!"
With a single move, Fatty Zhang sent a whole swath of opponents flying. Seeing Wang Lin blocking the way at the front, he rushed over and hammered him-one punch, two punches, three punches!
In just three punches, he battered the formidable Wang Lin until he spat blood and plummeted straight to the ground!
Everyone paled in shock, but Fatty Zhang gave them no time to react. His fists flew left and right, and before long, he had knocked down another twenty or thirty people!
Even Fatty Zhang himself was stunned. When had his opponents become so weak? Or had he somehow become this strong?
Zhao Yuan, Su Mei, and the others lost their composure. Watching their own people being sent flying below, they simply could not believe their eyes!
They had never seen anyone so powerful within the same cultivation realm, someone who could cut through opponents of equal rank like slicing melons and chopping vegetables, sending Zhao Wei and the others flying who knew where with a single punch!
Soon, they had no time to ponder any of this. Qing Yun, Wang Yong, and the others had already led over two hundred disciples right up to them!
"Heaven offered you a road, yet you refused to take it; hell had no gate, yet you barged right in!
We've been waiting for you for a long time. Get them! Cripple them!"
Zhao Yuan roared.
Over twenty disciples with powerful auras instantly flew out from behind him, lunging straight at Wang Yong and the others.
The other five hundred-odd disciples also swarmed forward, and the two sides collided in an instant!
Those twenty-odd figures who