Xiang Zimo spoke with arrogant confidence.
The five men behind him were the same. They came from different ancient clans and factions, and all possessed monstrous talent. They had absolute confidence that they could slaughter the mediocre nobodies of the Low-Level Heavenly Vault.
"Arrogant!"
Hong Feiyu snorted. A long spear appeared in his hand, scarlet as blood, radiating battle intent and killing intent.
"If you want to make an example of us, beat me first!" Hong Feiyu roared, charging straight at Xiang Zimo.
"Exactly. Anyone can talk big. If you really have the strength, beat us first!"
At the same time, Feng Wuheng, Yang Ling, Huang Yunfan, Lu Ziyan, and Ao Yi sprang into action and charged forward.
Immortal King Battle might roared. They were all among the most outstanding talents at the Immortal King Realm in the Low-Level Heavenly Vault. In this battle, they had to show their own brilliance—and the brilliance of the Imperial Alliance!
"Don't believe us? Then we'll beat you until you do!"
Xiang Zimo and the other five smiled confidently and clashed with Hong Feiyu's group. Terrifying shock waves erupted in an instant.
But the moment they crossed hands, Yang Ling and the others were suppressed, immediately falling onto the back foot.
"Pfft!"
After the second move, all five men besides Hong Feiyu staggered backward, spitting blood.
"What!?" Huai Yufan and the others watching widened their eyes in shock. Was the gap in their strength really that enormous?
Yang Ling and the others were disciples of Hegemon Grade factions. They had cultivated countless precious scriptures and Dao arts, yet they could barely withstand even the second move?
"Ugh..." Before they could think any further, Hong Feiyu was forced back too, a dreadful bloody hole pierced through his chest as blood poured out.
"Your strength is