The Palm Power seemed to erupt from a single point but instantly spread in all directions, enveloping every red-shirted and red-robed man within a thirty-foot radius.
A chorus of cracking bones followed.
SPURT! SPURT! SPURT!
Blood sprayed from their mouths as the few red-robed men at the forefront were sent flying, tumbling directly into the deep pit ahead.
The path before Fang Shuwen was instantly cleared.
With that single palm strike, he had killed most of the twenty-odd red-shirted men who had charged him.
However, the Palm Power had been too dispersed to be lethal to everyone. Some had survived the initial blast and now lay wailing on the ground.
Fang Shuwen finished them off casually as he walked forward.
The red-shirted men farther away watched in utter terror.
'Where did this Killing God come from?'
An immense fear swelled in their hearts as they watched Fang Shuwen's ruthlessly efficient slaughter.
