At the sight of the burly, almost monstrous figure before him, Lian Youming's muscles trembled uncontrollably.
It was not fear or terror, but his body warning him. In this extremely dangerous situation, every muscle was frantically adjusting and tightening.
He set down his iron spear and called to the people behind him without looking back, "All of you, get farther back!"
"Back?" Even the voice of this Mystic Connection Old Monster who called himself Hong Tiangui had become deep and heavy as muffled thunder. Like the King of Hell calling the roll, he pointed at them all. "Every one of you here today... must die!"
His voice reverberated in their ears. Lian Youming fared better, but everyone behind him immediately felt their internal breath grow sluggish and their limbs turn stiff and numb. Like rabbits encountering a tiger in the woods, they nearly lost even the will to fight.
A single sentence rivaled an ordinary Sound Strike.
For those whose attainment in the Martial Way reached extraordinary heights, every breath held an underlying rhythm and the profound principles of martial arts, like the alternation of day and night or the transformations of yin and yang. Words formed between inhalation and exhalation, so it was nothing unusual for them to carry a reverberating force.
But power like this was truly terrifying.
Without a word, without a sound.
Lian Youming and Chen Babai quickened their steps, attacking together without any prior agreement.
One traced a broad circle across the open ground with arcing footwork, attacking from an oblique angle with Bagua Palm; the other surged forward in great strides, grinding the gravel beneath his feet to pieces, using his fists as swords in a fierce assault.
The former was, of course, Chen Babai. The latter was Lian Youming.
One attacking straight on