The Old Man's final sword strike collided with the all-out attack of the three Stewards.
The terrifying shock wave sent shattered rocks flying across the sky.
The Old Man condensed snow with qi, turning it into raindrops at the final moment.
They scattered across the world.
After breaking through the Old Man's sword strike, the three Stewards' attacks continued unabated, heading straight for Third Uncle.
"Don't hurt my old man!"
Fighting through the searing pain in his body, Third Uncle rolled over and threw himself over the Old Man.
Boom!
A small mushroom cloud rose.
It was over.
No one could survive the three of them striking together.
The terrifying destructive force could almost tear space apart.
The ground shook relentlessly, the tremors lingering for a long time.
Everyone present stood in the rain.
No one spoke.
Twenty or thirty Lei Zis had used their deaths to tell these alien races what kind of opponents they faced.
Ruan Huaimin lowered his eyes and sighed. "If everyone under Little White Tiger is like this..."
"Impossible."
Amir Di firmly rejected it. "How could there be so many fools?"
"Yes."
Chairman Bai nodded.
It wasn't that they didn't believe all the Lei Zis under Little White Tiger were like this.
They were afraid of the Lei Zis.
Afraid of the Lei Zis fighting to the death.
"Woooo..."
The small mushroom cloud gradually dispersed.
A mournful cry, something between a dragon's and a beast's, came from the dust.
The crowd, who had been ready to leave, stopped in their tracks.
Their eyes widened as they looked toward Third Uncle.
How could a child survive an attack like that?
And what was that beast's cry?
"Woooo..."
A cold wind rose.
It blew away the dust filling the sky.
The tall figure of a young man