Xuan Zi charged straight at the three of them.
Seeing this, the First Elder and Second Elder immediately moved to shield Zhongli Wu.
However, they were merely ordinary Titled Douluo. How could they possibly be a match for Xuan Zi?
So when the two stood in his way, Xuan Zi sent them flying with a single slap.
The two elders were truly cunning. They deliberately flew toward the spectator stands.
The two Holy Spirit Cult elders crashed toward the stands like cannonballs.
The spectators immediately sensed that something was wrong. Upon seeing those two cannonballs, they burst forth with unprecedented speed and barely dodged the attack.
Some of the more timid people fled the moment they realized the situation had gone bad, not even bothering to watch the match anymore.
As for those who had not run—
Some were confident in their own strength, some were confident in their luck, and some simply could not bear to waste the ticket money they had spent.
After swatting away the two troublesome elders, Xuan Zi immediately turned and charged toward Zhongli Wu again.
Xuan Zi had never expected this.
After the two elders climbed up from the spectator stands, they actually shouted loudly at him.
"Nice one, Supreme Elder!"
"That slap of yours didn't hurt at all, but your aim was a little off. If you could target the spectators, you might have taken out a few."
The moment those words were spoken, the spectators were stunned. So Xuan Zi had done it on purpose!
He had deliberately pretended to be enraged and slapped the two elders toward the stands just to crush a few more people and boost his Supreme Elder's record.
Those words from the two elders also thoroughly pushed Xuan Zi into the eye of the storm.
Seeing the