The judges' shouts did not stop Lu Benwei. The Ancient Sword of Clarity was still gathering destructive energy.
Wang Qiaochu's eyes were filled with fear as Lu Benwei stepped on his chest.
"Help, help! I'm going to be blown up!"
However, at this moment, someone broke through the defensive shield and rushed toward Lu Benwei.
"At such a young age, your killing intent is already so strong. How strong will you be in the future?"
The man was older and had white hair. His aura was as majestic and heavy as a mountain.
"Tremble!"
A ruthless big hand reached out, and thousands of black lights instantly exploded on Lu Benwei's face. Blood spurted out of Lu Benwei's mouth and nose as he was sent flying.
The judges were stunned. Who was this person? Why did he suddenly attack?
At this moment, the old man revealed his face, which was 70 percent similar to Wang Qiaochu's. Wang Qiaochu was overjoyed, tears welling up in his eyes.
