This gave many people hope.
After all, at a glance, aside from this Heavenly Peng tribesman, the others seemed to have little hope of winning.
But in Yang Chen's eyes, even the Heavenly Peng Clan member had little chance of victory.
It seemed that the Heavenly Peng clansman was not at much of a disadvantage against the Fifth Underworld General. But anyone with a discerning eye could see that the Third Son and Fourth Son had already been pushed to a certain extent by the fat old man and the thin old man.
Only then had the Third Son and Fourth Son unleashed their methods, beating the fat old man and thin old man until they could barely fend for themselves.
Meanwhile, the Heavenly Peng clansman's battle against the Fifth Son had only just begun. The Fifth Son had not even gotten serious yet.
Still, everyone could see one thing.
This Fifth Son was the softest persimmon to squeeze!
Many people had already set their sights on the Fifth Son.
And so, time passed.
The thin old man fighting the Fourth Son was the first to buckle under the pressure. He was swiftly defeated and sent flying by a palm strike from the Fourth Son. Fortunately, he fled in time and did not suffer overly serious injuries.
Next came the fat old man fighting the Third Son.
Compared to the thin old man, the fat old man was far less fortunate.
He had chosen the exceptionally formidable Third Son. After battling him for several hundred exchanges, he finally failed to hold on and was struck by the Third Son!
That palm strike was a fatal one. The fat old man's chest was pierced through on the spot, blood spraying wildly as he died immediately!
Seeing this horrifying sight, many people