The Void Dragon Clan's Fifth Young Master was truly a good man—afraid Li Xiaoyao wouldn't get his fill of killing, he sent another opponent up the moment the one before him died.
This was the first time he had ever seen someone so kind.
After Li Xiaoyao slew the man before him once more, just as expected, another opponent immediately appeared in front of him.
Li Xiaoyao continued charging into battle with the Wind Thunder Twin Hammers in hand.
The powerful experts watching the battle fell silent at this sight...
What kind of thought process did the Void Dragon Clan's Fifth Young Master have? Did he think these experts cost nothing?
He was just watching his subordinates march to their deaths one after another? And they were all Primordial Unity Mystic Immortals.
Nurturing a Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal required not only a mountain of resources, but time as well.
Perhaps a hundred thousand years, perhaps several million.
Only after a hundred thousand or several million years could one possibly cultivate a Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal expert.
And now they were being squandered like this?
Could the Void Dragon Clan's foundation truly be so deep that Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal experts were treated as though they cost nothing?
By now, they were numb with shock.
The Void Dragon Clan's extravagance was something they had never seen in their lives.
On the other side, atop the warship, Li Dazhuang grew anxious as he watched Li Xiaoyao kill Void Dragon Clan experts one after another. Li Xiaoyao had been fighting without pause, with no sign whatsoever of stepping down.
He hurried over to Poison Venerable in a few strides, his face full of anxiety.
"Young Master, why isn't Li Xiaoyao coming down yet? He's already fought six consecutive battles. It should be our