Why do I have so many masters?

The solidified palm force, towering and substantial like a mountain, enveloped Wang Anfeng and his two companions. As he shifted positions within the Position of the Nine Palaces, the young man's bare hands landed on the weapons of the attackers.

The big man immediately felt a gentle and mellow force pulling on his weapon, as if his battle-axe had fallen into a swamp, and the overwhelming power previously endorsed on the blade of the axe dissipated in an instant, causing his complexion to change.

And the woman who struck from the air sensed the vigorous and masculine power surging toward her, almost unable to hold on to her weapon.

Wang Anfeng took a deep breath.

The Prajna Palm of Shaolin corresponded to Buddhist principles and was based on the Prajna Heart Sutra, which spoke of the absence of inherent qualities and the emptiness of all phenomena. Thus, he was able to employ the Extreme Soft Palm Force, and in his left hand, he channeled the Golden Bell Shield and the Ten Powers of Tathagata, transforming into a forceful Dharma akin to a furious Buddhist warrior subduing demons. With one soft and one forceful energy combined, he created an environment where yin and yang flowed together.

Wang Anfeng himself became the center of this yin and yang.

He forcefully reversed the strength of his two opponents using his rich combat experience and, adding the power of the Golden Bell Shield and the Prajna Palm, re-applied it to them. With a low shout, the two martial artists felt the force in the young man's hands suddenly intensify, continuous and invincible, and their complexions turned pale in an instant, as they were flung away.

The woman in white was thrown against a wall, which collapsed instantly, while the man planted his feet onto the ground, driving the handle of his battle-axe deep into the earth, yet he was still unable to stop his backward slide. He skidded backwards for dozens of meters, out of the courtyard and across the street, smashing into the green wall of the opposite yard before coming to a halt.

With a pale face, his body swayed, and ultimately, he couldn't help but kneel on the ground, coughing up a mouthful of fresh blood.

One strike, severe injury!

Wang Anfeng slowly withdrew his palms, his inner strength, depleted by several degrees, quickly circulated to recover.

One excelled in brute hard kung fu, the other in soft and sneaky attacks.

These two Seventh Rank peak martial artists, had they approached one by one, Wang Anfeng would not have been able to win so effortlessly. But unfortunately for them, they appeared at the same time, and with a tentative intent, they struck together, allowing Wang Anfeng to use his yin and yang blending fist theory to leverage the dual forces of Diamond and Prajna, defeating the two in an instant.

The snow was still falling.

The white snow that had just fallen on the cold plum blossoms had not even touched the ground yet.

Only Wang Anfeng himself knew how difficult and coincidental his recent victory was, but to outsiders, he had defeated two Seventh Rank peak martial artists with a single move, as a swordsman who hadn't even drawn his sword.

Wang Anfeng exhaled and turned to Tan Yurou and Yan'er, saying,

"This is no place to stay for long, let's leave immediately..."

"Why the rush, young hero Wang?"

A serene voice echoed from above the sky.

Wang Anfeng's expression changed slightly, a sinking feeling in his heart, knowing that something was wrong.

By then he fully realized that the Tan Family's Yu Jiu must have colluded with the Twenty-Seven Allied Gangs, and the newcomer was probably one of the twenty-seven gang leaders. His right hand twitched slightly, but before he could draw his sword, a figure descended from the sky, spinning and landing, his right hand striking downward fiercely.

The Overwhelming Palm Force scattered the snowflakes in front of him, creating a gigantic palm imprint visible to the naked eye, pressing down towards Wang Anfeng and his companions, spanning several yards.

Wang Anfeng's pupils contracted, his right hand brushed past his waist, and a flick of his fingers resulted in a sharp whistling sound. A cold light entered the center of this palm imprint, which, despite its vast size, lacked purity and was merely for show. The young man shattered it completely with a single move.

A white-clothed scholar made a turn in mid-air, landing ten yards in front of Wang Anfeng.

Dressed in white, his black hair was streaked with white, taking none away from his elegance. He stood with a smile, and beside him, a burly middle-aged man with a beard, a calm demeanor, and a dark cape waved behind him, hands resting on the hilt of an unsheathed heavy blade, its point touching the ground, emitting a chilling cold.

The bald man with the battle-axe arrived beside these two and said in a rough voice,

"Younger brother, big brother..."

"You're here."

Wang Anfeng watched the three men, and beyond the courtyard gate, a vague, shadowy figure came running rapidly, all armed with sharp-edged weapons. Roughly twenty in number, each had prolonged energy channels, clearly, the least of them were Eighth Rank peak martial artists, close to Seventh Rank.

Wang Anfeng exhaled and said,

"Twenty-Seven Allied Gangs..."

This force, combined with the clearly Middle Third Rank aura of the leading man, could only be brought forth by a colossal entity like the Twenty-Seven Allied Gangs in Xi Dingzhou. Considering this display, it's likely that the gang's masters have come out in full to claim Tan Yurou's life.

Wang Anfeng raised his right hand, gripping the hilt of his wooden sword.

Within his palm, a thunderbolt surged.

The sound of the sword's cry was low and rising.

At that moment, a fierce blade light suddenly flared up, slicing the ground open with a straight crack, like an abyss, halting three steps in front of Wang Anfeng.

The wind and snow cleared, the fierce Qi Mechanism still lingered on top of this cut mark.

Wang Anfeng's sword-drawing hand paused slightly, the intense aura causing a cutting pain on his face.

The atmosphere in the courtyard became silent for a moment, as the leader of the Twenty-Seven Allied Gangs looked up at him, the heavy blade in his hand still as before. He spoke, his breath visible in the cold air, indifferently saying,

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"You can go."

"Or you can die."

With those words, the gang members behind him opened up a pathway, each sheathing their weapons, clearly signaling that what had just been said was no bluff.