An explosive laughter reverberated throughout the surroundings. It was Anzo, laughing uncontrollably.
"Youngsters, I used to be someone hot-blooded like you in the past. But I learned not to let myself be carried away." Anzo laughed, looking at everyone. "Well, it's over now; you could barely suppress me, and now you won't leave here alive."
The elder was completely confident in defeating these youngsters, even though he was injured and now without Qi. The difference in realms was large enough for him to fight just with his body. What did these foolish youngsters think they were going to do? He thought.
He contemplated the look of extreme humiliation on their faces and, about to laugh again, stopped when he sensed a sharp tension in the air. Fifteen spears and swords seemed to synchronize with the laws, and even the air touching the skin felt cutting.
