All the gods began by cultivating the Iron Shirt technique.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Weapons trembled as they slashed towards Yang Pan. Facing the siege of more than thirty people, Yang Pan's face was tense. He was not a first-rate martial artist after all. After killing Bai Yan and seven or eight people from the Bai family, even if he could continue to kill a few more people, his physical strength and internal energy would eventually run out.

Not to mention that these thirty-odd people were disciplined and their movements carried a subtle military bearing, clearly indicating that they were all elite and fierce soldiers from the Mongols. Faced with Yang Pan's slaughter, even as their comrades fell one after another, they showed no intention of retreating.

Pfft!

After cutting down another person, Yang Pan was exhausted and had not yet regained his strength. Taking advantage of this opening, one of the men swung his arm straight at Yang Pan's arm, intending to break it and render him unable to fight any longer.

Just as the long sword was about to fall, Yang Pan gritted his teeth and suddenly reached out with his other hand to grab the blade, but at that moment a gust of wind came from behind him.

hold head high!

Like a thunderclap from a clear sky, a resounding roar, like a dragon's cry, pierced through the clouds and instantly stirred up a gust of wind in front of the Bai Mansion, which was filled with killing and screams.

The gust of wind was extremely strong. Although it had just appeared, it made everyone lose their footing. Even Yang Pan could only stand firmly in a horse stance. The dozens of people attacking Yang Pan behind him couldn't help but retreat backward.

The gale lasted only a moment, then surged like a stream flowing into the sea, the howling wind like a Milky Way crashing down from the sky, sweeping towards the Bai family's gate. Strangely, this powerful wind, though seemingly intelligent, deftly bypassed Yang Pan, heading straight for the group behind him who were attacking him.

Hurala!

At that moment, even the air seemed to freeze, as if some enormous thing was pressing down from the sky.

"what!"

One by one, figures were swept away by the strong wind and thrown out like tattered sacks, their bodies crashing against the walls of the Bai family compound behind them, emitting pitiful screams.

"Young man Yang, can you still stand firm?"

As Yang Pan watched this sudden scene unfold, he was secretly speculating when a voice unexpectedly rang in his ears.

Turning his head, he saw that Hong Qigong had appeared beside him at some point. He seemed to have just come from the kitchen, still holding a chicken leg in his hand, his mouth still greasy.

Upon seeing Hong Qigong, Yang Pan immediately realized that the terrifying gust of wind from just now had originated from him.

"Killing a few more people wouldn't be a problem!" Yang Pan replied, brandishing his long sword.

Seeing that Yang Pan was still putting on a brave face, Hong Qigong laughed and said, "You're really tough on the tongue, but your moves are as swift as ever. Bai Yan is a veteran leader of my Beggars' Sect, yet you still managed to behead him in just a few strokes."

Hong Qigong glossed over the battle between Yang Pan and Bai Yan with a single sentence, clearly indicating that he was likely hiding somewhere watching when Yang Pan suddenly attacked, only intervening when Yang Pan swiftly killed several people and was then surrounded by the Mongols and unable to escape.

Thinking of this, Yang Pan looked at Hong Qigong with gratitude in his eyes.

Although he had come here with the expectation that Hong Qigong would be his backup, which is why he dared to attack and kill Bai Yan around the Bai residence, he still couldn't help but feel grateful to Hong Qigong for actually saving him.

Just as the two were talking, the crowd that had been knocked over by the strong wind at the entrance of the Bai residence began to stand up, albeit sparsely. Clearly, although Hong Qigong's attack had been powerful, he hadn't immediately taken their lives.

The caravan leader struggled to his feet, his eyes blazing with fury as he glared at Yang Pan and his companion standing not far away. In his eyes, the young man with the knife had clearly been about to be slain; if it weren't for the sudden gust of wind, the man would be alive today!

Fortunately, the fact that this fool didn't take the opportunity to escape gave him another chance to kill him. As for the old beggar beside him, he subconsciously ignored him; after all, he was just a beggar, and he could easily shoot him when the time came.

Seeing the remaining members of the Bai family gradually rising beside him, the caravan leader waved his hand and shouted, "Shoot them!"

These people from the Bai family did not hesitate at all. They were originally servants of the Bai family, and were elites selected by Bai Yan from among the servants. Otherwise, they would not have been able to protect the Bai family with bows and crossbows. It can be said that their interests and even their lives were closely related to the Bai family.

They were even involved in what Bai Yan did; otherwise, now that Bai Yan is dead, why would they listen to the caravan leader?

Now, the only way to avenge Master Bai is to kill Yang Pan, the intruder. Perhaps then, when it comes time to divide the spoils, they can get a bigger share.

call out!call out!

The repeating crossbows were triggered, each firing three arrows; with a dozen men, that's dozens of arrows. In an instant, a dense barrage of arrows pierced the air, hurtling towards Yang Pan and his companion.

However, neither Yang Pan nor Hong Qigong panicked in the face of this almost certain death. Even after the arrow was shot, Hong Qigong had the leisure to take a bite of a chicken leg and then stuff it into Yang Pan's hand.

"Young Yang, keep this safe for me. Didn't you want to learn the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms? Now watch closely, this old beggar will demonstrate it for you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Pan saw Hong Qigong take half a step forward, raise one palm to his chest, and draw a mysterious arc in the air with the other palm before slowly pushing it out. This push-out palm did not look swift; in Yang Pan's eyes, it was as slow as the movements of the elderly people exercising in the park before his transmigration.

However, as he pushed out with his palm, a terrifying aura instantly rose from Hong Qigong's body.

hold head high!

As if a divine dragon had truly awakened, letting out a long roar, Hong Qigong's robes billowed, and the area around him seemed to be isolated by something, even the air itself distorted. A majestic, supremely powerful, and masculine aura filled the sky like fireworks in the dead of winter.

"Such powerful internal energy! No, this isn't internal energy; it's even more concentrated than internal energy!"

Yang Pan was shocked by what he saw. Especially after sensing the distorted air around the other party, Yang Pan instinctively felt that it was due to Hong Qigong's powerful internal energy, just like when he saw Guo Jing at the martial arts competition in Xiangyang, the other party also distorted the air when he made a move.

But now, after experiencing it up close, Yang Pan realized that this wasn't internal energy at all. He himself possessed internal energy and knew clearly that internal energy refined from essence could never be so solid. If the internal energy of an ordinary martial artist was like cotton, it was tangible yet loose.

So the aura he felt rising around Hong Qigong at this moment was iron, a more solid and dense energy.

Just as Yang Pan was pondering this, dozens of arrows shot from the opposite side had already reached Hong Qigong. Seeing that Yang Pan and his companion were about to be riddled with arrows, the caravan leader's lips curled into a sinister smile.

But the smile didn't last long before freezing on his face, because he saw with his own eyes that the arrows, piercing the air, stopped abruptly in mid-air just before reaching the old beggar. It was as if an invisible hand had grasped the arrows.

The arrow refers to a brief pause, followed by a sudden reversal like waves crashing against rocks, as the old beggar's outstretched palm strike sent it tumbling back.

Rumble!

A surge of powerful true energy erupted, tearing through the sky to create a whirlwind dozens of times stronger than before. This whirlwind, carrying arrows, formed a visible airflow channel that hurtled towards the crowd at the entrance of the Bai residence.

Boom! Bang!

No screams were heard, because when the torrent of true energy descended upon the Bai family mansion, the entire front courtyard wall collapsed with a deafening roar. The shattering bricks and flying dust buried dozens of people instantly, who were crushed to death before they could even utter a sound!