"Great!" King An clenched his jaw as he said those words.
Seventeen Grandmasters were up against the other ten of them in a way that two Grandmasters would be fighting against one opponent at once. Then suddenly, the fight began.
As the palm power raged, the palm's strength surged. It was as if everyone was in a sea of heavy waves. The powerful energy was everywhere but if anyone was not careful, they could die.
King An's followers were continuously forced to retreat as the ubiquitous powerful energy pushed them outwards, involuntarily. However, their eyes were fixated on the battle scene.
Chu Li twisted his head around and asked, "Your Highness, what do you think of my Masters?"
King An snorted. "Didn't you say that the High Duke's Public House only has eight Grandmasters?"