"Then keep your eyes wide open and see if Master Fatty dares or not?" Fatty broke into a grin.
The ink-black giant hand above him, like a towering mountain, suddenly plunged, aiming to obliterate the nine Clan Elders!
"Run!" Xia Changfeng bellowed anxiously.
Instantly, the nine Clan Elders fled frantically, like birds startled by the twang of a bowstring.
But then, Fatty exuded a terrifying pressure, immobilizing all nine of them in mid-air. They couldn't move an inch, forced to watch as the giant hand descended.
"Old Ancestor, save us!" the nine elders cried desperately to Xia Changfeng for help.
"No matter who you are, you're not leaving State City alive today!" Xia Changfeng roared, and his illusion immediately dissipated.
Hearing this, a cold light flashed in Fatty's eyes. He muttered under his breath, "Let's see if you're capable of that."
Subsequently, he showed no mercy.
The giant hand, formed by the Black Dragon's Battle Intent, ruthlessly crashed down!
