Several pinnacle genius figures all spat blood and were sent flying, their forms instantly collapsing, then immediately healing.
A shower of light and rain rose from their bodies.
These were life-saving objects gifted to them by their masters, guarding them against this fatal strike.
The suppression hand dissipated, and Wang Xu still sat cross-legged at the original spot, slowly withdrawing his left hand. With a hint of contempt in his eyes, Wang Xu glanced at the genius figures of the great clans.
"If any of you are still unconvinced, I can let you witness more."
Wang Xu said indifferently.
To Wang Xu, these pinnacle geniuses had long ceased to be geniuses in his eyes.
