Inside the canyon, scattered rocks lay in chaotic heaps, splitting the teachers and students of the various academies and the surviving Royal Knights into isolated pockets.
Within the largest pocket, two white-haired elders stood shoulder to shoulder, facing the black-clad masked man hovering in midair more than a dozen zhang away.
Behind them, two Meng Yirans who looked almost exactly alike each held a "Serpent Head Crutch," standing out sharply among Tang Chuan, Jun Jiuge, Zuo Fan, and the others.
"What kind of ability is bullying children?"
As he spoke, the tall, thin elder among the two elders took a step forward. The "Dragon Head Crutch" in his hand, more than four meters long, struck the ground. Eight Soul Rings pulsed up and down around him as he said with imposing force, "Don't you agree, Eagle Bro?"
The black-clad masked man addressed as "Eagle Bro" furrowed his brow tightly. A pair of golden wings spread behind him, keeping his body suspended in the air, while eight Soul Rings likewise circled around him.
Unlike the white-haired, tall, thin elder's Soul Ring configuration of two yellow, three purple, and three black, the black-clad masked man's configuration was three yellow, two purple, and three black.
Judging by Soul Ring configuration alone, neither side had the advantage. To truly say who was stronger or weaker would depend on the type of Martial Soul, the combination of Soul Skills, and both sides' performance in actual battle.
However, before the battle had even begun, "Eagle Bro" already knew he could not win this fight. Even if he called over the two Seven-Ring Soul Sage subordinates currently tying down Liu Erlong nearby, it would not change the outcome.
Because the tall, thin elder opposite him was Meng Shu—"Dragon Duke" Meng Shu!
If it were only "Dragon Duke"