Kowtow for My Brothers

This was no longer a thunderstorm but a full-blown thunderous tempest.

As the lightning dissipated, the two old men had become a mangled mess, writhing on the ground.

Su Ruoyu, once again, stood in astonishment.

As an accomplished expert herself, she fully comprehended the terror of Fang Xiu's recent move, especially the apparition of the Thunderous Slaughter at the end.

With its ancient oppression and the force of thunder, it was something even she, at the peak of her mid-stage realm, could not contend with.

"Who is he?"

Su Ruoyu was internally shaken, daring to predict boldly that Fang Xiu's current strength could rival an early-stage expert in the Flying Realm.

Indeed, Fang Xiu possessed such potential.

While the Flying Realm granted the ability of flight, Fang Xiu, with his resplendent thunder wings, had demonstrated speeds surpassing even her own black eagle.

"My goodness, Young Master is too formidable!"