"It's the clan chiefs, the voices of the two clan chiefs."
"There's no point in waiting any longer!"
The elite warriors of the Meng and Shi clans were impatient, but they also knew that being in a hurry was useless; they had to find the right direction first. One by one, they turned their eyes to Shi Xiaole, pinning their hopes on this universally recognized prodigy of the East Victory world.
The youths of Affectionate Island clenched their teeth in frustration. They could hear the voices, yet they were unable to extend a helping hand. This feeling of suffocation made them feel worse than dead.
"Nine Stars Connecting Palm!"
Seeing Meng Chou and Shi Fu covered in wounds and in acute distress, Murong Di let out a malicious laugh and struck the void with nine consecutive palms. The area within a hundred thousand meters suddenly darkened; in the sky, nine stars aligned into a straight line, transforming into a boundless palm strike descending from the heavens.
Clang!
