The arena fell silent, every face frozen in shock.
Seven Peak Martial Saints had joined forces and yet they could not inflict the slightest injury on these two rambunctious children—could they be Martial Emperors?
No, that's impossible.
Two children under five years old, how could they possibly be Martial Emperors?
Moreover, they lacked the oppressive aura and the power of rules that a Martial Emperor should have.
If they were Martial Emperors, why would they have struggled so much in their previous battle with Long Shaotian? They could have likely killed him with a slap.
But if they weren't Martial Emperors, even a Peak Martial Saint with an Emperor's Artifact couldn't possibly withstand the combined force of seven Peak Martial Saints.
How did they manage it?
The Heavenly Prides were at a loss, their eyes filled with disbelief.
"Sister, why were they struck by lightning?"
In midair, Chu Chen scratched his bunned hair, looking utterly bewildered.
