American Comics: BOSS Invasion

The Taoists wanted to retreat, but it was too late.

The demon in the air slightly raised a palm and slammed it down like Mount Tai.

Dense black smoke quickly wrapped around the giant palm, expanding it more than tenfold from its already boulder-like size.

This all-encompassing attack crashed down from above.

A strong gale howled, and everyone present felt a black shadow constantly enlarging, eventually seeming to cover everything. It was as if a high mountain was smashing down on their heads, an emotion of utter horror that was hard to describe.

The old Taoist's face was filled with terror, but he was still a Xiantian expert. Even though his whole body felt like it was being pricked with needles, he still managed to gather his inner Qi and, with his hands crossed in fists, unleashed his ultimate move to meet the black giant palm.

Boom!

A thunderous sound seemed to explode in everyone's ears, and the shockwaves rolled outwards, as if a pillar of heaven had been knocked down and the sky was about to collapse.

The ground shook violently. Except for the small area where Qi Shan was, the entire Taoist temple, including the front and back gardens, seemed to jump up. Invisible waves swept out, instantly flattening the exquisite back residence.

The old Taoist, facing the attack, was blasted away by the wind pressure from the palm, flying dozens of meters. Whether intentional or not, he happened to avoid the catastrophe.

As the demon slowly raised its giant palm, only a pile of indistinguishable flesh remained on the ground. If it weren't for the remnants of clothing on the blurred flesh, they might have thought it was just a pile of dumpling filling.

Countless pieces of flesh and broken bones flew in all directions, and the imprint of the giant palm pressed down the entire summit of Mount Wuliang by more than an inch.

With just this one light blow, more than half of the people died without a complete corpse.

Those who were lucky enough to escape through the gaps between the fingers trembled all over, staring blankly at the scene before them. Their mouths felt dry, their throats tightened, and even their eyeballs trembled uncontrollably.

With one move, more than half of the Wuliang Taoist Temple's members were wiped out. Such terrifying power instantly shocked everyone.

The demon opened its palm, black clouds pressing down, ready to strike again. The Taoists lying in the palm of death couldn't say a word, and some even lost control and wet their pants.

Qi Shan tilted his head and sighed slightly, "Why bother? Wouldn't it have been better to listen to my instructions obediently? Why insist on throwing your lives away? Old Taoist, what do you think? Do you want to meet my demands?"

The old Taoist trembled all over, constantly stimulating the inner Qi in his body, trying to force himself to calm down. However, the giant demon above his head and the powerful pressure constantly suppressing him caused chaos in his heart.

Looking at Qi Shan's relaxed expression, the old Taoist hated him in his heart, wishing he could cut Qi Shan into a thousand pieces. But on the surface, he had already shown a posture of submission. He lowered his head slightly, his arms hanging down naturally.

"Young Master, this old one is from the First Pavilion..."

"I have absolutely no interest in knowing who you are. There are too many people in this world who want to catch my eye. If everyone was like this, wouldn't my time be wasted? Don't talk nonsense with me. I'll ask again, where is Pang Deyu?"

Qi Shan slowly turned his head, his expression towards the old Taoist somewhat intriguing.

"How did you become the abbot?"

"What?"

"Could it be that you won it in a rock-paper-scissors game?"

The old Taoist angrily said, "You little bastard, you are truly going too far, daring to destroy my sect. I will tear you into pieces!"

Qi Shan shook his head: "As expected, your logic is already confused. It's completely impossible to communicate. Forget it, a mage went to take a look just now, and it should be that Pang Deyu. In that case, this place is completely useless!"

The old Taoist's whole body trembled, and he said with some horror, "What do you want to do? You are still in my hands. Don't tell me you want to perish together with us?"

Qi Shan scoffed.

The black clouds above his head churned, and the giant palm slammed down again.

With a boom, a muffled, thunderous roar suddenly erupted. Where the giant palm landed, terrifying shockwaves swept out in all directions like a hurricane. This attack was even more violent than the last. In addition to blasting most of the Taoists who had escaped the first disaster to death, the Taoists who were lucky enough to escape the second disaster were also blown away by the gale, and in the blink of an eye, they didn't know where they went.

Sister covered her small mouth, her whole body frozen there, because the attack just now had directly hit Qi Shan's head. As the palm pressed down, black clouds swept in all directions, seemingly consciously protecting Sister's position, not letting her suffer any harm.

After one move, the demon in the air directly dissipated. A large amount of black smoke gathered in the air, compressing in a vortex, and finally slowly gathered into the black-robed cloaked figure from before.

As her vision became clear again, Sister suddenly discovered that Qi Shan was standing unharmed on a pile of minced meat.

The breeze blew, his sleeves fluttering, coupled with his indifferent expression, he actually had a kind of bloody young master's elegance.

Qi Shan moved his hands and feet slightly and shook his head. "I need to pay attention to my body. It's still too fragile!"

Then he turned his head to look at the pile of minced meat on the ground.

"I told you, but you didn't believe me. I don't know which brain you used to think. The demon is my creation, so how could his attack harm me? How naive!"

After speaking, he leaned back directly. The demon flashed and appeared directly behind Qi Shan with the wheelchair, catching him perfectly.

"Sister, Pang Deyu has run away, but it doesn't matter. The direction has been locked. Let's continue chasing him. Even if we chase him to the ends of the earth, we must tie him back!"

Sister nodded somewhat foolishly.

Although she was inexperienced in the world, she also knew that the ghost-like thing that had just appeared would absolutely not exist in the martial world.

Where did my brother recruit him from? I want one too!