"Damn it! Zhu Tianmo, that old bastard! Is he trying to humiliate the Three Ancestors?"
Seeing Zhu Tianmo use just one finger, Jing Wushuang instantly flew into a rage, his old face contorted, and veins bulged explosively.
"One finger?" Long Xiaoyang's face darkened to the extreme.
"No matter how strong, he shouldn't humiliate the Three Ancestors like this. Zhu Tianmo, that old bastard! This is infuriating!" Long Jianfeng snarled through clenched teeth, his chest heaving violently, his murderous aura soaring sky-high, appearing unable to tolerate it.
"Calm down, everyone!" Chu Tianshu shouted gravely, his old face equally serious.
Gazing at the fierce battle in the void, Bai Chongfeng said solemnly, "Zhu Tianmo hasn't even unleashed his power yet; relying on the sheer strength of his physical body alone, he can contend with the Three Ancestors. Even if all of us joined in, it wouldn't change anything."
