One punch!
After one punch, not a single enemy around Qin E and Zhu Ganglie remained, not even a hair was left!
Zhu Ganglie, with his mouth agape, unconsciously fiddled with his fingers as he muttered, "Over sixty, over sixty Saints, all gone in an instant... all, all, all gone... Am I dreaming?"
Qin E kicked Zhu Ganglie, not surprised in the least, as he clearly knew that Tang Sanzang was capable of this.
Qin E said, "Not all are dead..."
Zhu Ganglie was puzzled, "What do you mean?"
In the distance, after the shockwave had passed, the Chess Saint, Qing Shan, and Qin Se finally ran over. The three looked exceptionally disheveled, obviously having suffered greatly from the shockwave.
However, from afar, the Chess Saint shouted, "Master, that punch of yours was terrifying, but it was too scattered. Saints aren't that easy to kill; I saw a few who had half their bodies blown off running away!"
Qing Shan also said, "Master, some are still alive!"
