Before Han Dong and Lin Qing could use their trump cards, an immensely majestic shout rang out.
A towering figure in magnificent robes, wreathed in radiance, suddenly appeared, exuding astonishing might. He was actually a peak great power.
He thrust out his great hand, pressing it down upon the three figures on the horizon.
"Feng Jingyun, Holy Lord of the Feng Clan?"
"This has nothing to do with you. Why meddle?"
"Your clan's Mingzhu just suffered a crushing defeat at this boy's hands!"
Faced with the newcomer,
the three figures shrouded in black mist cried out in alarm.
But an invisible, mighty force had already sealed the void.
Before they could escape, a hand that blotted out the sky and sun had completely covered them.
"In a contest between peers, defeat only means your skills fall short. There is nothing to complain about!"
The Feng Clan's Holy Lord stood tall, his majesty inviolable. He snorted coldly and said indifferently, "Snuffing out Heavenly Prides and attempting to wipe them out is truly contemptible. If everyone were as narrow-minded as you, with no bottom line and no regard for rules, wouldn't the world descend into chaos?"
"My Feng Clan is one of the Central Region's desolate ancient families. Together with the major powers, we maintain order in this land. How could we allow you to run amok?"
Before his words had faded,
his right hand abruptly clenched.
The three mighty figures of Supreme Elder rank
could not even flee. They were mercilessly crushed into ash.
Within the ancient city, many prominent figures who had intended to watch coldly from the sidelines, or even wished for someone to snuff out this monstrous prodigy, could not help their gazes flickering. They had not expected the Feng Clan's Holy Lord to arrive at this moment.