The next scene left everyone dumbfounded.
Huang Xiaolong's fist was like a Chaos Hammer, with each punch, a Sea Clan patrol was sent flying. Remember, it was like a spring, so high and far was the distance they flew back.
As for the Golden Horned Little Bull's Lightning Whip, with each sweep, one, two, or several Sea Clan patrols were swept away, and they flew back just as quickly as those punched by Huang Xiaolong.
In the blink of an eye, that squad of one hundred Sea Clan patrols was all sent flying by Huang Xiaolong's fist or swept away by the Golden Horned Little Bull's fierce tail.
At the end of the street, these Sea Clan patrols were lying in chaotic disarray, either crippled, completely misshapen, covered in blood, or in agonizing screams.
The disciples of the Golden Phoenix Tower, Black Domain Creation Gate, and other strong figures who came to attend the Sea Emperor Festival were all shocked.
