One Qin Liang had died, and there were still twenty-two experts on the scene. Four of them were at the seventh tier of Qi absorption, eight were at the sixth tier, and the rest were at the fifth tier.
The full force of these people culminated in an attack whose strength was genuinely beyond words.
The booming sound was like a landslide, with their internal power mingling with the force of their striking airwaves. The empty space around Shi Xiaole felt as heavy as Mount Tai, seemingly poised to crush him from every direction.
Shi Xiaole, however, was not worried.
Through their previous clashes, he had a rough understanding of his own strength and was completely unfazed by his current predicament.
Stepping lightly, Shi Xiaole thrust his sword towards the east. The purple-tinted sword light was incredibly fierce. When it hit a particular point, his internal power and striking force vented directly, resulting in a resonant blast.