"Do you want to join my Mountain Sect?"
Zamura's voice resounded throughout the stadium, echoing in the ears of everyone.
"What…what the hell is this brat even saying?" The Zamuria Emperor gazed in shock, wiping the blood that leaked out from the corner of his lips. At this point, he no longer attempted to attack.
Previously, an instant after shooting out his attack, he regretted it. Because, as everyone attacked, the power was enough to kill all three in the arena. Naturally, that went against his wishes. Everyone that had launched an attack regretted it the same.
The attacks of twelve Primal Gods and dozens of Elementary Gods. All of them had targeted the three in the arena and were deflected by this lone individual. Not only was it not tanked, but it was even deflected.
