"Old geezer, that's all you've got? Your attacks are weak and limp. Can you even do this or not?"
With a single swing of his hammer, Li Xiaoyao directly shattered all the incomparably powerful laws before him.
Having done all that, Li Xiaoyao looked at the old man before him and sneered.
"You infuriate me to death!"
The old man was utterly enraged. Powerhouses from every race were watching from all around; if he failed to take down these two today, the Three Sects' prestige would be swept into the dirt.
By then, let alone extending the Three Sects' fortune for another thousand years, whether the Three Sects could withstand the assaults of the major racial forces throughout the Beginningless Great World would be unknown.
"Thunder, come!"
The old man let out an angry roar. The previously cloudless sky abruptly filled with dark clouds, countless bolts of lightning running wild within them.
At the same time, a suffocating pressure rapidly spread in every direction.
The surrounding onlookers retreated again, every one of them moving with extreme speed.
A ninth-layer Golden Immortal was still a ninth-layer Golden Immortal. Even a mere trace of the lingering might he released was far beyond what they could resist.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The next moment, lightning rained down upon Li Xiaoyao like raindrops. Yet before those seemingly incomparably fierce thunderclouds could even approach him, they were utterly crushed apart by the violent power of laws surrounding his body.
Li Xiaoyao merely curled his lips into a faint smile and continued charging toward the old man.
This old geezer had little life essence left in him. Even his laws had begun to wither; every move he made now was consuming his lifespan.
Li Xiaoyao wanted to see just how much lifespan this old geezer had left