Yang Qi attacked with a combination of energy arts that he had spent a lot of time working on. The Seventy-Two Monarchs Energy Art, the Strength of the Hell-Crushing Godmammoth, and the Secret-Ensconcing All-World Anything-Everything Fundamental-Law Magic. All of that, boosted by the godpower of the Great Necropolis, could create a host of palm strikes that combined strength and softness, and could seize the good fortune of heaven and earth.

The people from the Immortal House of Supreme Preeminence and the Amoghasiddhi Buddhist Sect were eyeing him like tigers eyed prey, and were clearly waiting to see if he and the burly man from the Martial Tyrant Cadre would end up hurting each other, whereupon they could swoop in to benefit. Of course, there was no way Yang Qi was going to let on to his true plan. So he simply attacked the burly man with full, deadly force.

Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop.

His palm struck over and over again, provoking an expression of complete shock from the burly man, who suddenly realized...