Boom!
Old Ninth's Dragon Scales flared as he lashed out with a side kick.
Gandhi's shriveled frame, less than a meter sixty tall, was kicked a hundred meters away.
He knocked down a roadside skyscraper and was buried beneath it.
"Pseudo Nine Awakenings?"
"He seems weaker than I imagined."
Little White Tiger and Old Ninth fell into thought as they looked at their opponent, who had crumpled at a single blow.
He was at Pseudo Nine Awakenings, after all, only one step away from Nine Awakenings.
How could he be so easy to beat?
He was even weaker than an ordinary Eight Awakenings.
Against Old Eighth and Old Ninth, he seemed utterly unable to fight back.
"Old-timer, did you crawl out of your grave without eating? That was pathetic." Old Ninth spat out his cigarette butt and silently put on his Brass Knuckles.
Ding, ding, ding!
There was no movement beneath the collapsed high-rise.
Yet the Xuanyuan Ring vibrated more violently than ever before.
It was a warning.
The Xuanyuan Ring could not only amplify strength, but also sense danger.
"Jiu'er."
Little White Tiger caught Old Ninth as he was about to advance and shook his head, his expression gradually growing grave.
The Xuanyuan Ring tightened around his arm, releasing scorching energy, as though reminding him that their opponent was powerful.
"The old bastard was holding back. Be careful."
The two took their stances, staring solemnly at the ruins.
The next moment.
The collapsed slabs of stone rose slightly.
A withered hand, so thin it was nothing but skin and bones, reached out.
"Cough, cough. So strong. Such terrifying power... just like Ao Xing."
With his shirt in tatters, Gandhi swayed as he rose.
He casually brushed the dust from himself, with no detectable flow of Qi.
At first glance,