The appearance of the seven-colored lightning had already made the twelve Supreme Lords deeply uneasy.
As the ten-colored lightning that surpassed the limits of the Ming Ancient World appeared, the murderous intent and fear in the hearts of the twelve Supreme Lords had become uncontrollable.
If this child does not die, the pattern of the sixteen worlds will greatly change because of him!
So the very moment the thunder tribulation had just faded, the twelve first-rate Supreme Lords made their move.
In an instant, there were flashes of swords and shadows of blades, punches and palm winds, the power of the Supreme Lords condensed into a surging river, fiercely attacking Shi Xiaole, who had nothing but a chunk of flesh left, intending to smash him on the spot.
"I've been on guard against you guys."
