The next second, Kang Conrad saw the purple-quality defense equipment energy phantom on his body shatter right in front of him.
Before he could react, he felt a pain in his throat, and when he came to his senses again, he was already off the stage.
He looked up subconsciously.
Staring at the ring, witnessing Nezha radiating an inexplicable red aura, Kang Conrad's heart sank, and his whole body felt as if doused with a bucket of ice water, chilling him to the bone.
Such terrifying attack power!
Such terrifying attack speed, can I really withstand it?
If it weren't for his younger brother and his clansmen watching him, he might even feel the urge to kneel.
Not because of that attack just now, but recalling the dreadful aura that accompanied it.
The old clan leader in the late Eleventh Realm hasn't even imposed such a tremendous sense of oppression on him.
Or rather, if he compares his elder clan leader to that guy on stage…
