Boom—
The three direct disciples of Ban Shan Sect almost appeared simultaneously.
One of them swelled his arms nearly bursting from his clothes, his skin glistening like gold and silver painted over. His palms—one above and one below—savagely grappled toward Shen Yi's calf and arm.
This was the Mountain Pushing Style!
Even if a lofty mountain stood before him, he could fiercely hurl it into the sky.
Meanwhile, on the other side, a direct disciple of Ban Shan Sect executed almost the same technique. If one could lift a mountain, the combined strength from both sides was enough to crush anything to smithereens!
The ferocity of the attack was terrifying to witness.
Shen Yi finally moved.
He still did not use the Wu Sheng Palm, as Su Hongxiu had imagined.
In the moment that Ban Shan Sect's direct disciple grabbed him, his slender right leg transformed into a blur too fast for the naked eye, viciously snapping out and ferociously landing on the disciple's nape!
Crack—
