"You actually dare to kill my men, Zang Hua, you're looking for death!" the leader, an expert of the Fourth Heaven, narrowed his eyes and said coldly. As the sound of his voice fell, one hand was already forcefully transforming energy, accumulating pure Mana without involving any Magical Powers. The gathered handprint charged towards Yan Moshan, as if intending to completely suppress and subdue Moshan.
"Utter nonsense!" Yan Moshan didn't even spare a glance, with a wave of his hand, he too condensed a handprint purely out of Mana, larger and fiercer than his adversary's. The formed hand descended from the sky, forcefully striking Zang Hua's face, then smashed down hard, shattering the opponent's handprint and lunged towards him.