"No time to waste, kill!"
The middle-aged man with a mask on his face worried that there would be more uncertainties as time passed. If another Astral Reaching Realm warrior showed up, there would be nothing they could do. They would definitely not be able to get the other half of the paycheck.
Thunder Freer was furious. He expanded his palms and formed them into tiger claws.
"Mad Thunder Catch!"
Pop! Pop! Pop!
Mad thunders flashed through the sky, forming a huge tiger claw, which wrapped the two men in masks within.
"Go kill that brat! I will block him!" The middle-aged man yelled. His right hand formed a fist, as a burning halo appeared, throwing it towards the incoming Thunder Tiger Palm.
Boom!
The Thunder Flame disappeared while Thunder Freer and the middle-aged man both backed out for dozens of meters.
"Brat! Die now!"
