In no time, the entire palm print overflowed.
Making this palm print a blood handprint.
"After all these years, still the same trick?"
Feng Feiyu asked with a smile.
Meanwhile, over a hundred black-clad warriors drew the long blades from their waists—
"Kill!"
With a synchronized low shout, the cold light from the blades flickered in their hands.
Over a hundred warriors charged forward.
Feng Feiyu's smile faded from his face.
What remained was only coldness.
His hands moved incessantly, striking out.
One Splitting Palm force after another was unleashed through the air.
Bang bang bang!
The sound of muffled impacts.
The sound of bones breaking.
The sound of cries of pain.
In an instant, explosions erupted in this small alleyway, Su Niang's face behind the counter turned slightly pale, and her hands trembled a bit, yet she forcefully maintained calm and continued calculating on the abacus, keeping accounts.
Even, she spoke aloud.
"Dear, don't break the furniture."
