Everyone simultaneously covered their eyes as their ears buzzed. After a long time, when the light finally dissipated, everyone lowered their arms, shocked by the scene before them.
The bricks on the ground had been crushed to dust, and Xia Hau stood there, proudly upright. Aixier, on the other hand, was kneeling on one knee, with a crimson trickle at the corner of his mouth. Under the gaze of the crowd, the massive Ten-Winged Black Feathers slowly retracted, and with a "thud," Aixier couldn't hold on any longer and fell to the ground.
"You're no match for me, go back and heal."
Old Prince Bruch stood up from his chair with a "swish," looking excitedly at Xia Hau, whose face showed no change, his eyes filled with unbelief.
To oppose a Ten-Winged Prince and still remain calm, what kind of strength has Mr. Xia reached?!
Fantastic! The Blood Clan is saved!
