"So this is the power of a Dao Zun... Nothing special. Come on!"
A Dao Zun's power was overwhelming, but with disaster upon his tribe, Xing Hui had no choice but to fight.
Within the Star Great Formation's reach, Star Island was Xing Hui's home ground. With a shout, he raised the Star Fork and drew upon the formation's power, stirring up wind. As the Star Fork swayed, a whirlwind formed, white arcs of light coursing through it, and collided head-on with the black whirlwind Du Lang had unleashed. Clang, clang, clang! Weapons clashed, and sparks flew everywhere.
Boom, boom, boom! Under the collision of those two tremendous forces, both men retreated several steps before steadying themselves. White smoke rose from Du Lang's body, while Xing Hui's hands trembled uncontrollably.
"Enough! Kill that brat first!"
To Du Xiang, Mu Bai truly posed the greatest threat. Once that weight was off his mind, there would be time enough for other plans.
"The man you want is right there. Kill him or carve him up, as you please!"
Xing Hui pointed his fork at the reef where Mu Bai lay, signaling his clansmen to clear a path.
The Star Great Tribe's cultivators had little goodwill toward Mu Bai to begin with. In their eyes, not only had they lost Xing Yun because of him, but he had also brought today's calamity upon their tribe. They immediately withdrew far to one side and stood watching, leaving the Eastern Nether Great Tribe's people to do as they wished.
Mu Bai lay on the reef without moving a muscle, but inwardly, his blood boiled and killing intent surged.
He had waited far too long for this day. Avenging his tribe and washing away their blood feud had been the meaning of his life up to