"Boom!"
When the two powerful forces collided, a tremendous shock wave instantly swept out in all directions.
Bai He and Niu Gao hurriedly stepped in to protect their respective clansmen. Zhao Su also rose to his feet, shielding Ning Rongrong behind him.
Watching Yang Wudi and Tai Tan fight, he curled his lips into a faint, meaningful smile.
"Enough, you two! Stop fighting! What hatred could you possibly have that you need to fight to the death?"
Seeing that both men were fighting in earnest, Bai He hurriedly called out to stop them.
If they kept this up, at least one of them would suffer serious injuries, and they might even wound each other.
But although Bai He's speed had reached its pinnacle, he lacked offensive power and could not intervene in the clash between Tai Tan and Yang Wudi.
"Exactly! We're all old brothers. What is there that we can't resolve?"
Niu Gao also tried to persuade them to stop.
But neither man could take in their appeals-or perhaps they could not even hear them.
Instead, they were wholly absorbed in their battle.
"Brother Zhao, if they keep fighting like this, I'm afraid they'll both end up badly hurt. What should we do?"
Seeing that his appeals were useless, Niu Gao walked helplessly over to Zhao Su and asked quietly.
"Don't worry, Brother Niu. I'll step in at the crucial moment."
"They're both Soul Douluo-level experts. Although they specialize in a single attribute, that makes their attacks even stronger. Can you stop them on your own?"
Although Niu Gao now felt a strong affinity with Zhao Su, he had never seen him fight.
Besides, he could tell Zhao Su's level at a glance: he was only somewhere in the seventies.
How could he possibly stop two enraged Soul Douluo-level