Lei Dong abruptly turned to look at Xiao Ze. A trace of wariness flashed in his eyes before giving way to arrogance. "Who are you? How dare you meddle in my Thunder Clan's affairs?"
Xiao Ze walked toward the center of the plaza, his gaze sweeping indifferently over Lei Dong. "Xiao Tribe, Xiao Ze. I heard you were quite the fighter, and that you even dared covet someone of mine. Today, I'll make you understand: some things aren't yours to touch, and some people aren't yours to provoke."
As his words fell, Xiao Ze's aura erupted. The pressure of a nine-star Dou Sheng swept out like a tidal wave. Cracks instantly spread across the bluestone ground of the training grounds, and the surrounding Ancient Clan disciples were so crushed they could barely breathe, stumbling backward.
Lei Dong's expression changed dramatically. Purple lightning surged wildly around him as he tried to withstand the pressure, but no matter what he did, he was utterly powerless to resist.
Before that overwhelming might, Lei Dong felt as small as an ant, as lowly as a blade of grass!
At that moment, Lei Dong's eyes filled with terror. He seemed to realize something. "Y-you're the Xiao Ze who refined Nihility Devouring Flame?"
Xiao Ze didn't answer. He merely raised his right hand, and Purple-gold and Pitch-black Twin Flames quietly gathered in his palm, forming a ball of Two-colored Flame.
The fireball was small, yet it radiated a terrifying aura of destruction. The temperature across the entire training ground climbed sharply, and even space began to twist.
"Take this strike. If you survive, I'll let today's matter go." Xiao Ze's voice was calm, but carried absolute confidence.
Lei Dong's face turned deathly pale. He knew he was no match, but as a Thunder Clan prodigy, how