After the dust thrown up by the explosion dispersed, the nine old men were revealed in disheveled clothes, their faces and bodies covered in large patches of burns.
If those old men had not possessed secret techniques, and if the few who had remained clear-headed had not dragged the others into a spatial rift at the instant of the explosion—
Then even if that blast had not killed them outright, the heat it produced would have been enough to vaporize them.
Watching the old men lying on the ground, Chen Cheng had naturally long been prepared for the fact that they had not been blown to death. Otherwise, with only this much strength, those old men could never have supported the Academy Alliance of the three great powers.
"This child is monstrous. The rules here are chaotic; fighting him for long in this place is disadvantageous to both you and me. We should retreat first to preserve ourselves, then find another way to kill him."
Some of the old men finally began to admit defeat. Especially those whose souls Chen Cheng had nearly scattered—the Yellow-Earth Golden Light was too powerful, and it had almost truly sent their souls into Return to Stillness.
Chen Cheng put away the shield in his hand, and the Lava Armor on his body condensed once more into a great spear in his grasp.
"You old dogs want to run after attacking me? Where in this world is there such a good deal?"
Being called old dogs again and again by Chen Cheng, the old men's tempers flared as well.
"How can you be so rude? No matter what, we are your seniors."
Chen Cheng was nearly amused by their words. They were already fighting to the death, yet they were still talking about etiquette and