C177 Knocking on the Golden Bamboo Pole

Yang Yimeng and his disciples were momentarily frozen in shock, scarcely able to believe their own eyes. Was this some kind of joke? Feng Manlou had shattered the Eight Trigrams Formation with a single sword strike. Could he possibly be divine?

"Ouch!"

"Ah~!"

"My hand, my hand!"

Blood sprayed in all directions as the agonized screams of the eight disciples filled the air