This scene was just as simple, just as effortless, as when Yang An had defeated the disciple surnamed Qin.
No one paid any mind to Yang An's warning.
But as Chang Wang was sent flying, his Magical Treasure shattering, a powerful shockwave instantly radiated in all directions.
The disciples were caught in the blast. Only now did they understand the meaning of Yang An's earlier words, but it was too late to get out of the way.
THUD! THUD! THUD—
Figure after figure was sent flying, crashing one by one against the hall walls. The more seriously injured even spat up blood and collapsed, unable to rise.
"I told you to stand clear."
Yang An sighed, a smile playing on his lips as he looked at Chang Wang.
'He knew better than anyone the power behind that punch. If these guys refused to heed his warning, there was nothing he could do about it.'
