BANG!
A violent crack ripped through the air.
Following a low shout from Jiang Xinghai, the pillar of golden light exploded outward with lightning speed.
A figure was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing hard onto the ground.
It was Zhang Shangfeng's eldest disciple.
He had just charged in front of Jiang Xinghai, not even having time to make a move before the pillar of golden light struck him, knocking him unconscious.
"Eldest Brother!"
The second and third brothers stared at the scene in disbelief.
"You two little bastards, don't get distracted!"
Not far away, Zhang Shangfeng bellowed, while his daughter, Zhang Rui, let out a sharp cry.
"So, so strong!"
Heeding the warnings from father and daughter, the second brother's figure moved like the wind, circling to Jiang Xinghai's left.
At the same time, the third brother quickly changed his position and attacked Jiang Xinghai's right side.
