The island nation's person in charge had already slipped away without a sound.
Whether it was Great Xia or the Foreign Races, he did not want to offend either.
Let these two forces fight until one lived and the other died.
Best of all, the Feather Race could beat Xu Zhiming to death, cripple him, or maim him. Then, when the two great powers went to war, that would truly be entertaining.
The powerhouses of the other nations also acted as though they had seen nothing.
Yu Tian released all his blood qi without restraint, his powerful aura crushing the crowd until their breathing grew labored.
He held a massive saber over two meters long, its blade flickering with crimson flames.
The Feather Race and the Angel Race were fundamentally two separate races.
The Angel Race had merely stolen the Feather Race's bloodline, gaining the ability to grow wings and fly through the air at an early age.
The crimson blade light seemed to disregard everyone present.
It directly engulfed ten people!
Puff! Puff!
Several of them could not resist at all. Their bodies flew backward and slammed into the mountains, producing thunderous booms.
Countless tree trunks snapped, and the air filled with the scent of blood.
Only the top three could block it.
Watanabe Nakabun was also sent flying backward, nearly coughing up several mouthfuls of blood.
He had not expected the Feather Race to be so arrogant, attacking at the slightest disagreement. He had not even reacted yet; he had still been watching the show.
But he understood that the opponent's strength far surpassed theirs.
Even if he gave it his all, he could probably only withstand one strike.
After steadying himself, his gaze fell upon the three people still standing where they were.
"Too weak. You humans