Everyone around stepped back, leaving only Xuanyuan Moze standing with his hands behind his back and the masked man.
Looking at Xuanyuan Moze, who was dressed in a black robe and exuding a powerful aura, the masked man's eyes flickered and stared at him coldly: "Are you the Azure Dragon Lord Xuanyuan Moze?"
Although this was a question, the tone was extremely affirmative and obvious. It was obvious that there was no one else who could have such a powerful aura as the person in front of him, except Xuanyuan Moze.
Xuanyuan Moze glanced at him coldly and did not answer him. Instead, his figure flashed, and the black figure rushed out like lightning, attacking the masked man at an incredible speed.
A powerful pressure was coming towards him. The masked man was startled and did not dare to be careless. He gathered all his strength in his palm to meet Xuanyuan Moze's attack. Unexpectedly, when the two air currents collided head-on, a loud bang was heard and the powerful air pressure hit his face with a bang.
“Crack!”
There was a cracking sound, and the masked man was knocked away. The mask on his face cracked because it could not withstand the powerful force, and fell to the ground with a clang, revealing his true face.
"puff!"
The blood in his body rushed up, his throat felt salty, and a mouthful of blood spurted out suddenly. His figure staggered backwards. After he finally managed to stabilize himself, he saw a palm wind coming from the front. The speed was so fast that he had no way to avoid it, and he could only take the palm blow head on.
"Bang!"
"ah!"
There was a loud bang, accompanied by a scream. This time, he lost his balance and flew out, hitting the wall of a shop not far away heavily. The force was so great that a large section of the wall of the shop collapsed. The wall collapsed with a loud bang, and the stones buried him in it. Dust and smoke spread out, and for a moment, the man's figure could not be seen.
"My Lord!"
Cries of surprise were heard, and the monks ran forward in horror.
Xuanyuan Moze, who had restrained the power in his palm, did not intend to let him go. Instead, he walked forward step by step. The powerful pressure released from his body permeated the air, causing those monks who were rushing forward to be frightened and retreat involuntarily.
He walked neither fast nor slow, step by step, and every step seemed to be stepping on the hearts of those monks, making them feel only fear and panic.
They wanted to go forward, but they didn't dare to. In the current situation, if they went forward, they would only be killed. However, the monks carrying the sedan chair, although they were afraid, still raised their swords at this moment and slashed towards Xuanyuan Moze.
However, in Xuanyuan Moze's eyes, their strength was no more than a child dancing with a sword, not worth mentioning at all. He didn't even look at them, he just stretched out his hand and a powerful force came out, one blow, making them spit blood and fall to the ground one by one.
"puff!"
"Um!"
"ah!"
The monks carrying the sedan chair couldn't even block his attack. They were hit one by one and fell to the ground with pale faces, unable to get up. They could only watch the man in black robes and terrifying strength walk towards their master step by step, watching his palms gather terrifying airflow...