The particularly noisy clowns had finally been slain, yet Xia Tianming and Tang Yunqi's expressions appeared noticeably shocked.
"This… this power is just too overwhelming, isn't it?"
Those were seven Earth Tier Ninth Layer Martial Gods, and previously, even taking down one outside required some effort.
Even Xia Feng would feel somewhat drained of Divine Power after each battle, needing some time to recuperate.
But now, with just a casual punch, seven were taken care of?
It might even be the strongest seven who died under an Ancient Divine Technique; how could these two not be shocked?
The five-thousand-zhang tall golden figure gradually shrank, then re-entered Xia Feng's body.
He uncomfortably adjusted his shoulder, turned to Xia Tianming and Tang Yunqi, and began to explain.
"I managed to instantly kill those seven loud-mouthed fools purely because my Ancient Divine Technique has a bit of spiritual inheritance."
