Late-stage Great Grandmasters were supposed to be top-tier experts, but against Old Ox and his two companions, they were hopelessly outmatched.
"Are you really from the Pristine Way Sect?" one of them asked, voice trembling.
"Stop! Young Master Huang, please, let's talk this out!" Aaron Ao was nearly driven mad with grief—every Supreme Elder was a priceless asset to the Sea Emperor Sect, and losing three in an instant made his heart bleed.
"Yes!"
Old Ox flicked his fingers, shooting out over ten strands of qi. A series of muffled pops rang out—the sound of dantians shattering.
Elder Luke Lu, who had directly clashed with Old Ox, crashed into the ground and passed out, his life aura faint as if he were dead.
"Nope!" Ian Song waved his hand. "I've changed my mind—the compensation is now four hundred million taels!"
Seeing this, Aaron Ao and the other Supreme Elders of the Sea Emperor Sect were left speechless—a single punch had grievously injured two late-stage Great Grandmaster Supreme Elders. What kind of cultivation did their opponent possess?
Ian Song shot Aaron Ao a look of disdain. "My three subordinates barely break a sweat. Of course, you can refuse—but for every Supreme Elder they kill, the price goes up by another hundred million!"
But just now, they’d all seen Old Ox punch an Inner Sect elder to death, so instead of charging at Ian Song and his group, they huddled in a corner of the arena, staring in terror.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
The man in the golden robe was none other than Aaron Ao, sect master of the Sea Emperor Sect. The group of elders behind him were the sect’s Supreme Elders, all late-stage Great Grandmasters.
None of them were young—at least over forty—and their cultivation was naturally strong, all at the Great Grandmaster level. Still, the two strongest were only mid-stage Great Grandmasters.
"Slaughter them!"
Ian Song slowly spat out two words.
Immediately, Old Ox and the other two behind him stepped out and unleashed three punches out of thin air.
The force of their fists was as heavy as mountains, as vast as the sea—utterly unstoppable.
Instinctively, the eleven Great Grandmasters scattered like startled birds.
But dodging a Martial Saint’s fist force was no easy feat.
In an instant, five of them were swept up by the fist aura. Moments later, as the energy faded, five bodies fell from midair—already lifeless corpses.