The wind howled.
Like a sweep through a thousand troops.
The assassins around had long been blown away by this tier of fierce wind and giant palm, vanished without a trace.
The Sword Intent, in mid-air, kept dissolving continuously into the wind.
Inside the giant palm, countless sword qi created incisions, making it look like it was about to collapse.
Clearly, Ying Nian noticed this scene and roared even louder.
The golden light became even more ferocious.
The already fragile golden giant palm repaired itself at a visible speed, and once again, with the momentum to crush everything, moved towards the tile-roofed house in the center with hands clasped in prayer.
"Just this?"
Suddenly, a scoff came from within the tile-roofed house.
Ying Nian, as if he were insulted, let out a furious roar.
"Who the hell gave you the right to mock me!"
But the next second.
Without waiting for Ying Nian to say anything more, the tile-roofed house in front of him suddenly shattered.
