Long Aotian and Zhao Ritian had seen their share of grand occasions.
But seeing so many peerless experts besieging Drunken Elder alone still shook them deeply.
Drunken Elder did not say a word throughout.
He simply fought with a stern face.
His gaze was sharp, his emotions steady, his mind nimble, and his power vast and surging.
He took every bit of trash talk, mockery, and sneak attack they threw at him, responding only with his fists.
Long Aotian was furious!
He stripped off his outer robe and gritted his teeth. "These bastards! King's Aura, activate! Xuanyuan White Emperor's Fire, activate! Dragon-Shaped Overlord, activate!"
With three buffs activated, Long Aotian's entire body glowed white as he charged straight in!
"You filthy brats, your grandpa is here!"
Long Aotian nearly got instantly killed with his very first move.
Drunken Elder grabbed him in time, saving his life.
A long-haired man wore an evil smile. "Kid, we only haven't killed you because the Supreme Master thinks you might still be useful. Instead of hiding properly, you dare come out and fight? Heh. Is this a place where you get to make a move? Is it your turn?"
Long Aotian shouted angrily, "So many of you are ganging up on an old man! Have you no shame?!"
A burly man froze for a moment. "He's Old Man Wu! He... We're not beating up an old man. He isn't an old man—he's Old Man Wu!"
Drunken Elder laughed.
He grabbed Zhao Ritian again just as he was about to rush in carrying a stone.
"You two just watch. They're right. Old Man Wu is meant to fight this kind of battle. If I can't take on the whole world alone, why would I bear such fame? Not just them—even I think it's perfectly reasonable."