"Damn it! We can't let this kid keep doing whatever he pleases! Red Scarf Bandits, what are you waiting for?! Kill him! Kill him now! Are you waiting until we're dead before you make your move?!"
Watching a Golden Core cultivator be slain, Bronte was scared out of his wits. Though he was a peak Golden Core Realm cultivator, he had no power to resist that punch from the Divine Elephant.
If he had been that Golden Core cultivator just now, he probably would have been blown apart by a single punch as well.
If this kid were allowed to run rampant any longer, his momentum would continue to rise, merging with heaven and earth, his power becoming unmatched. By then, every one of them would be slaughtered by him.
"I didn't think we'd actually have to make a move. I thought watching the show would be enough."
"You underworld thugs are truly too weak. You laid such a trap and still couldn't kill him. You really are mud that can't be plastered onto a wall. No wonder you can only hole up in some corner."
"Fine, we'll act. We can't let this Universe Sect disciple keep throwing his weight around. Borderhead Planet is, after all, one of our trading planets. We can't let outsiders get their hands on it."
One after another, Red Scarf Bandit officers stepped forward. There were seven in total, all Golden Core Realm cultivators—at minimum in the mid-stage Golden Core Realm, with three of them at the peak Golden Core Realm.
Their faces bore saber scars, making them look incomparably savage, brimming with Killing Intent. They were utterly beyond comparison to Bronte's group of Golden Core cultivators. They had fought through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and their battle experience was exceptionally rich.