"How is that possible? Why does the Clear Sky Hammer in my hands feel heavier and heavier?"
The fifth and sixth elders of the Clear Sky Sect, who had been locked in battle with Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo for some time, grew increasingly uneasy.
The scene they had imagined had not happened at all.
By rights, they should have been swinging their Clear Sky Hammers and pounding Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo to a pulp.
Instead, their Soul Power had been badly depleted, while their opponents hardly seemed to have used much at all.
Below, Yu Xiaogang saw the two Clear Sky Sect experts who had come to take him and Tang San back to the sect being driven back by Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo. Panic seized him.
"How is this possible? How can those two dogs be so strong? No, nothing can happen to those Clear Sky Sect experts! Otherwise, how will Xiao San and I get to the Clear Sky Sect?"
At that thought, Yu Xiaogang hurriedly pushed his wheelchair forward and bellowed at the top of his lungs, "Gui Mei! Yue Guan!"
"I, the Grandmaster, order you to stop at once! Otherwise, I'll report you to Bibi Dong and have her deal with the two of you!"
The four combatants, who had been fighting fiercely, turned toward Yu Xiaogang at his outrageous words.
"Fifth Brother, who's that? How can he be so bold?"
The sixth elder stared at the crew-cut man in the wheelchair below, utterly baffled.
Judging by the man's bearing, anyone who didn't know better might have thought he was a Titled Douluo too.
"No idea. But he must have something going for him. Otherwise, a single sentence wouldn't have made the Chrysanthemum Ghosts look so grim."
Though Yu Xiaogang's name was well known among the Upper Three Sects,