In the midst of Yang Shangfei's fierce roar, the more than a hundred monks from the Zhuyue Clan who came with him immediately shouted angrily, pressing towards Qin Dong, Sha Tong and others like a pack of wolves. Shubaowang shubaowang>
Seeing the enemy's tidal attack, Saton's brows could no longer be furrowed. The only result of such a crazy fight would be that both races would suffer a devastating blow at the same time. If it was really because of a bloody feud, it wouldn't be a big deal, but the key point was that someone was secretly instigating it and it was a conspiracy of some people, so it would be too unfair.
It's not a matter of war, nor is it not of not fighting. Just when Shatong was in a state of panic and didn't know what to do, suddenly, an extremely strong coercion, like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, suddenly appeared with incomparable speed, and quickly Spread out.
The moment this pressure rose, Saton felt as if he had come to the end of the world, and his heart almost stopped beating. His whole body felt like he was being pressed down by countless boulders, it was so heavy that he couldn't move.
"Yes... who has such pressure?" Sha Tong raised his head and looked around in surprise. Finally he saw Qin Dong's proud and upright body, and he suddenly understood. [
The moment Qin Dong's pressure was unleashed, Yang Shangfei collapsed on the ground without any warning. The more than a hundred monks from the Zhuyue Clan who rushed up desperately were like wheat being harvested. He fell to the ground. It was difficult to even stand up, let alone rush to kill him.
Just by relying on coercion, he was able to completely suppress hundreds of monks from both sides present with varying degrees of cultivation. In Yang Shangfei's heart, this was comparable to a magical skill. The whole person was pressed tightly to the ground, and only his head could barely be raised, looking at Qin Dong blankly, his expression full of sluggishness.
Time has only passed a few moments, but in Yang Shangfei's world, it seems as long as centuries. Fear mixed with awe struck his heart together. His originally furious mind finally had to calm down obediently.
"Clan Chief Yang, I'm offended!" Qin Dong said lightly and withdrew his pressure.
After the pressure receded like a tide, although Yang Shangfei regained his freedom, his body still remained in a prone position and could not stand up for a long time. The look of fear and awe on his face was as strong as before.
Sha Tong only used Qin Dong to heal Sha Ping's Sanjue palm injury in a short period of time. He speculated that Qin Dong's cultivation level was higher than his, but he never expected that Qin Dong's cultivation level had already reached such a level. . Like Yang Shangfei, he is full of awe of Qin Dong from the inside out. With this sense of awe, it would be impossible for him to have fun with Qin Dong at the same table as before.
"Yang is too blind to see Taishan. Please...please forgive me, senior." This short sentence caused beads of sweat to form on Yang Shangfei's forehead.
Qin Dong smiled and said: "Clan Chief Yang, I hope you won't take offense. I just don't want the misunderstanding to continue to expand. This will only cause greater harm to the people of the two clans."
"...Yes!" Yang Shangfei's voice was extremely difficult, and his eyes could not contain his deep frustration. I just felt in my heart that now that Shatong and his son have found such a powerful backer as Qin Dong, his wish to avenge his daughter may be impossible to realize...