"Demons!!!"
The remaining monks, upon seeing this scene, immediately glared with furious eyes.
However, Qin Zheng did not give them time to utter another word as the Ghost Head Greatsword sliced through the air and descended upon them!
In an instant, a thick sense of impending death explosively burst forth, snapping the monks back to alertness.
"Daunt!!"
Several monks, holding the Vajra Pestle, joined forces to block Qin Zheng's strike.
But under the immense force of Qin Zheng's unmatched strength, the monks could not withstand it; the Vajra Pestle shattered into pieces, while they themselves were flung backwards.
The distance they covered was almost to the outer gate of the Canal Gang!
"Cough, cough! Demons! Demons!!"
They struggled to stand up.
That single strike had already inflicted severe injuries on them!
Yet, it seemed they still did not know fear and continued to curse angrily.
Swish!!
Suddenly, a whooshing sound arose.