Watching those indistinct figures, charging at himself like wolves and tigers...
Yang Ge didn't feel intimidated in his heart.
There was only anger!
He bit down hard on his back teeth, fiercely drove his saber into the ground, leapt diagonally backwards into the air, turning a surrounding attack into a one-against-many, and at the same time, he circulated his palms in front of his chest and, while falling, unleashed a ferocious strike: "Damn it, go to hell!"
The surging Inner Qi through the Lesser Yang Triple Burner Meridian transformed into an overpowering palm force, like a tidal wave breaching a dam, bursting forth.
"Bang!"
The foundations shook, the ceiling beams dusted down, and the figures that had pounced forward flew back even faster than they had come, vomiting blood continuously while still in the air.
This was the first of the six deadly moves of the Floating Snow Palm: Frost Kills the Grass!
