Brother Zhang and Young Brother Wang abruptly raised their heads.
High in the sky, a long-haired young man in blue robes stood suspended in midair.
He held a pitch-black staff, and a red cape he had procured from who knew where snapped behind him in the fierce wind.
Not only that, his entrance came complete with an outrageously flashy golden halo, and even the faint strains of celestial music echoed through the air.
His sheer swagger practically blinded the two poor bastards below.
Hovering in midair, Li Tiezhu watched their expressions with secret delight. His lips curled into the standard Dragon King smirk-thirty percent mockery, thirty percent cold indifference, and forty percent nonchalance-as his right hand abruptly drew the black staff from his back.
"Grow! Grow! GROW!!!"
He roared, pouring his spiritual energy into the staff like mad.
In the blink of an eye, that seemingly ordinary black staff transformed into a colossal pillar hundreds of yards long, as though it could hold up the heavens!
"Smash them to hell!"
Li Tiezhu cupped both hands around the enormous pillar without touching it, swung it up, and brought it crashing down on the dense mass of black mist below with the terrifying force of toppling mountains and overturning seas!
BOOM!!!
The earth trembled, the ground shook, and the mountains quaked!
Hundreds upon thousands of the Other Race were pulverized beneath that single blow, and even the black mist was smashed apart.
Old Brother Zhang and Young Brother Wang stood stunned for a long moment. The giant staff had actually avoided them, and wild joy at surviving certain death instantly flooded their hearts.
Coming to their senses, they hurried to heap on the praise. "Looking good, Brother Zhu!!"
"Just what you'd expect from the Eastern Region's number one!"
Holding the staff in