These were no ordinary ten men. They were all Great Grandmasters, and each one emanated a terrifying aura.
They didn't strike rashly, but when they did, they aimed to kill.
"Boy, you dare to curse our elder? You're asking to die!"
The raging killing intent bore down on Yang Qi. Ten men, ten different attacks, all immensely powerful.
"A bunch of trash dare to make a move? Die!"
Yang Qi sneered. Without lifting a finger, a horrifying chill shot into the air. In an instant, the ten men froze solid, then crashed to the ground and shattered into pieces.
"Zhao Haishan, take your people back to the entrance so you don't get caught in the crossfire. Protect my godparents and Qianqian," Yang Qi said as he fought.
"Continue!" Tang Zhetian roared.
A full hundred Martial Artists charged forward, completely surrounding Yang Qi. Although his methods had intimidated everyone, the Tang Family of Sea City had a surplus of men and experts.
"Those who block my path die!"
