Su Mo did not let go, gripping the person's neck and swinging them around.
Several consecutive cracking sounds were heard.
A few Jinglong Association disciples who approached were once again knocked back.
But now in front of Hualong Hall, quite a few people had already gathered.
After knocking one group down, another rushed up.
Su Mo glanced around, rotating his palms, one hand embodying Blazing Purple Sun, the other Nine Yin Cold Ice.
With both palms combined, the Hand Power instantly scattered in all directions.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom!!!!!!!
The sound of explosions reverberated around.
One by one, the Jinglong Association disciples either instantly froze into ice statues, then shattered into ice shards from the Hand Power's impact.
Or they were ignited all over, resembling charred figures, nearly turning to ash upon hitting the ground.
However, in this instant, within a few meters' radius, bodies lay everywhere.
Just then, Di Wu Jing shouted angrily:
