"Do you not retreat quickly?!"
Wang Anfeng seemed not to hear, took another step forward, his right foot in front, shoulders sinking, his right hand which had been hanging low was now effortlessly lifted, calm and unruffled, his qi condensing like a mountain.
Like the Kunlun Mountains.
In the next moment, the Kunlun Mountains seemed to collapse.
A booming wave of qi burst forth, causing the disciples at the forefront to spew blood and stumble back, their weapons breaking in their hands. The surrounding disciples spread out, their weapons sharp and ready, as Wang Anfeng stood up, looking squarely at these disciples from prestigious sects and schools.
The steward was internally shaken, and shouted angrily:
"Who on earth are you?!"
Wang Anfeng raised his right hand and with a rustling sound removed the bundle that was tightly wrapped around his back, placed it with a rustle next to him, and replied:
"Divine Martial Mansion, Wang Anfeng."
