After all, strength was tied to age. Even if Brando was the Chosen One and had started practicing swordsmanship from the moment he was born, how much strength could he possibly have? Fang Qi, the genius of the Ghost Chariot, was said to appear only once in a thousand years, but at the other party's age, he was still nowhere near a match for these elders.
Not to mention that the other party was currently fighting three against one.
Therefore, Brando's action was practically a blatant provocation. Not only had it completely exceeded their expectations, but they also understood all too clearly that no matter what Brando did next, at least their subordinates were in for a great deal of trouble.
It was all because of their negligence.
How could the three elders not be furious?
Thus, they unleashed their Plain of Extremes at full strength almost immediately. Before Brando's Plain of Extremes could envelop the Ghost Chariot members around him, they wanted to save as many people as possible. At the same time, they fully released their strength, intending to teach this ignorant young man a painful lesson.
At this moment, even the Seventh Elder—who had previously been gravely wounded by Brando and escaped disaster with the help of a Substitute Artifact—could not help but leap out again. Alongside his two fellow elders, he simultaneously spread out his still-incomplete Plain of Extremes.
Brando abruptly turned his head and met the man's vicious gaze head-on.
"Once wasn't enough? Then let's do it again."
"How ignorant!" The Seventh Elder's face shifted from green to white. It was true that he had been ambushed, but it was equally true that, as a dignified expert of the Extreme Realm, he had been utterly unable to fight back when ambushed.
Unlike the Third Elder