"Ying Yue, you're being too presumptuous!"
Seeing Ying Yue daring to strike first, the higher-ups of the Liusheng Clan, led by Liusheng Madan, were instantly enraged and pointed at Ying Yue, shouting angrily.
"What kind of person is our ancestor, to tolerate such insolence from a petty thief like you?"
"Ying Yue, this is the Liusheng Family's domain, not Huaxia. Your recklessness will not be tolerated here!"
"Audacious scoundrel, prepare to meet your end..."
"A bunch of trash, all you know is how to bark like dogs!"
Ying Yue snorted coldly and with a palm strike in midair, a terrifying gust of wind formed an enormous palm that blotted out the sun and bore down fiercely on Liusheng Madan and the others.
"Crack—"
Like Mount Tai bearing down, the enormous palm pressed from the sky with horrific might, causing Liusheng Madan and the rest to turn pale with fear. They hastily drew their long swords and slashed at the giant palm.
"God Slaying Single Strike!"