Fatty Liu climbed to his feet. The Three Brothers had already formed a defensive formation.
It was obvious—they intended to wear him down!
And the result of that would inevitably be his death first.
He stood alone within their fire formation, one against three.
Of the three, one was fierce, one was strong, and one was ruthless.
How could he possibly have the advantage?
Fatty Liu gritted his teeth. "I never thought killing three little brats would force me to bring out a divine artifact! I'm losing face big time today!"
Fatty Liu stretched out both hands, planted his feet firmly, and let out a roar.
Though his voice was hoarse and lacked its usual ferocity, the rasping rage within it still put each of the Three Brothers on guard.
"Tiancheng Cauldron, appear!"
Countless starlights gathered between his palms, gradually shining brighter and brighter.
"What's he doing?" Zhao Ritian asked.
Lu Chengwen shook his head. "No idea. It seems to be a divine artifact under his control."
"Interrupt him!"
Long Aotian was about to charge forward when Lu Chengwen grabbed him. "Don't. We know nothing about divine artifacts. Rushing in recklessly could put us at a disadvantage."
Fatty Liu sneered and spread his arms. The starlight instantly expanded, taking the shape of a three-legged cauldron.
The starlight gradually solidified, and an ancient bronze three-legged cauldron slowly emerged.
Fatty Liu suddenly bent over and slammed one palm against the ground. "Split!"
Whoosh—!
A violent gale blew so hard that the Three Brothers could not open their eyes. They all raised their arms to shield themselves while struggling to keep sight of their opponent.
Fatty Liu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and rose to his feet with a grim expression.
The three looked over and saw that the