Xiao Ze's gaze swept across the battlefield. It first fell on Cai Lin, Xiao Ding, and the others atop the city wall. Seeing that they were exhausted but unharmed, he turned to Shi Tian and said coldly, "Sect Master of the Lion Underworld Sect? At the peak of Eight-Star Dou Zun, you run rampant across the Northwest Continent. Do you think the Xiao Alliance has no one to stand against you?"
Shi Tian felt a chill run through him under Xiao Ze's gaze, but still forced himself to put on a sect master's airs. "Who are you? How dare you meddle in the affairs of the Lion Underworld Sect!"
"You insignificant ant. You think you're worthy of knowing this Saint's name?"
Before Xiao Ze's words had even faded, his figure had already left an afterimage behind.
Shi Tian's pupils contracted sharply. He hurriedly raised his golden broadsword to block, but the instant it touched Xiao Ze's palm, an irresistible force surged through the blade.
With a sharp crack, the battle-hardened broadsword shattered in an instant. The terrifying Dou Qi struck Shi Tian squarely in the chest without resistance.
"Pfft—"
Shi Tian was struck as if by a heavy blow and sent flying. He smashed into three low-star Dou Zun from the Lion Underworld Sect, turning them into clouds of blood mist.
He crashed heavily into a boulder outside the fortress. It burst apart with a thunderous boom, and blood sprayed from his mouth as his life force vanished in an instant.
With just one move, the Lion Underworld Sect's Sect Master, a peak Eight-Star Dou Zun, was dead!
Cai Lin, Xiao Ding, and the others atop the city wall watched with contracted pupils. Xiao Li nearly dropped the long saber in his hand.
Was this Third Brother's strength? He was