From the ten or more people of the Eighth Stage rushing from all directions, four had reached a Higher Eighth Stage, which was one more person than the side with men in silver robes, giving them an absolute advantage.
Because of this, they did not take the three men in silver robes seriously at all – their shouts of surprise followed by rapid attacks clearly showed an intent to encircle and suppress them...
"A mere mob dares to obstruct this young master?"
The man in silver robes was indifferent and fearless, seemingly not putting the more than ten Eighth Stage individuals before him seriously, his tone thick with undisguised contempt.
As soon as he finished speaking, he reached into his bosom and pulled out three green talismans only half the size of a palm, adorned with intricate thunder patterns emanating an ancient aura.
"Whoosh whoosh…"
"Boom!"
"Boom boom…"
