Huo Erba was like a mud-covered dump truck, charging recklessly through the crowd.
Every Grandmaster he collided with either ended up with broken bones and torn ligaments at best or spat blood from severe injuries, incapacitated at worst.
Dozens of breaths later, all the Patrons lay on the ground, howling in agony.
Shuang'er and Huo Erba stood tall amongst the crowd, their imposing aura reminiscent of Ning Fan's past elegance.
"Damn, even Ning Fan's two disciples are so formidable?"
"Shit, aren't these two disciples going to become as powerful as Ning Fan eventually?"
"No way... if Capital City ends up with three Ning Fans, how are we, the big families, supposed to survive?"
Shuang'er and Huo Erba tidily dispatched the Patrons, their proficiency catching the eyes of the watching Patriarchs of the Prominent Families, drawing exclamations of shock.