Global Lords: Me and My Calabash Kiddos

By then, there’s a ninety-nine percent chance that the remaining Red Feather Race will escape the Mist.

"Dad, they’re coming! All S-level powerhouses."

Second Child tugged at Yi Tian’s clothes.

"Yun Tao, retreat at full speed and bombard these S-levels at the same time."

Yi Tian shouted to Yun Tao, needing to keep up the act.

"Yes, Lord!"

Yun Tao accepted the order.

...

"Boom!"

"Quick, accelerate! Don’t let the airship get back to the city."

Yu Han smashed through a Thunder Strike and shouted loudly.

The airship fled at full speed, making them believe the Lord had returned to the city.

Yu Han unleashed his SSS-level Body Technique Martial Skill: Spirit Feather Unity.

With a flap of his wings, he glided for a kilometer.

He couldn’t wait to board the airship.

With the Lord, this unstable factor, gone, Yu Han was sure he was invincible!

In an instant, Yu Han closed the distance to five kilometers from the airship.

All the airship’s firepower focused on Yu Han, blocked by his activated Fire Golden Body.

A SS-level spear was taken from his back.

Yu Han finally found that feeling—one spear in hand, unstoppable rage.

From beginning to end, he’d never really understood why the Lord made him feel fear.

Getting closer!

Three kilometers.

Hundreds to over a thousand meters behind Yu Han were the S-level Body Refiners and S-level Qi Refiners still chasing in succession.

Two kilometers!

This was already Yu Han’s attack range.

But Yu Han didn’t attack immediately, afraid he’d blow up the airship with one strike.

At that moment, Yu Han saw someone with Little Kiddo sitting on his shoulders.

"Ice and Fire Celestial Palm!"

As Yi Tian appeared, his palm struck toward Yu Han.

This was Yi Tian’s first time using Ice and Fire Celestial Palm after mastering Celestial Ice Palm and Celestial Flame Palm.

Attack Power: 44,000+.

The instant the Ice and Fire Celestial Palm slammed out, the snowflakes around erupted in frenzy.

Yu Han only saw the shadow of a palm form. The next second, the palm shadow was already at his chest.

This kind of Attack Power—the Ice and Fire Celestial Palm was too fast!

He activated Fire Golden Body, of course.

The Spirit Jade hanging from his chest glowed red, protecting its master.

"Crack!"

The red glow shattered, offering no resistance whatsoever, and at the same instant, the jade pendant on his neck also turned to dust.

Yu Han’s pupils contracted; he understood—this was the Lord!

He’d been tricked!

"Bang!"

But there’s no medicine for regret in the world.

The power of Ice and Fire Celestial Palm diminished only a bit, smashing through Yu Han’s Fire Golden Body and landing heavily on him.

The weapon in his hand flew out, and his red wings froze.

As he was blasted backwards, Yu Han’s terrified eyes widened and his body turned into purple ice crystal, falling toward the lake.

"Your Highness, the Prince!"

The S-level powerhouses in the rear let out a shocked cry.

A loyal S-level Qi Refiner tried to catch the purple ice crystal, hoping Yu Han still had a chance to survive.

But before he got far, he watched the purple ice crystal turn to powder, falling ahead of the snowflakes.

"Crack!"

Fourth Child unleashed Divine Thunder, sending him underground to meet Ninth Prince Yu Han.

"Celestial Ice Palm! Celestial Flame Palm!"

Some of these S-level powerhouses were only about two thousand meters from Yi Tian. Yi Tian began his massacre.

As Ice and Fire Celestial Palm improved, once Yi Tian unleashed it, his meridians needed ten minutes to recover.

This attack was too savage and poisonous!

In sheer Attack Power, it was much stronger than Divine Talent.

In fact, Yi Tian had wanted to capture the Celestial Feather Dynasty’s Ninth Prince. But he discovered, if he hit the Ninth Prince with Ice and Fire Celestial Palm, Five Elements Divine Light, Infinite Celestial Eye—once unleashed, there’d be no room for mercy.

Other Martial Skills couldn’t harm Yu Han.

Even without protective treasures, Fourth Child couldn’t hurt Yu Han.

Now, with the battle urgent, he couldn’t exactly invite Yu Han onto the airship for sword-and-spear duels!

After Yi Tian’s surprise attack, the Red Feather Race’s S-level warriors didn’t have time to escape, and several were instantly killed.

"Crack!"

Fourth Child fired off two more bolts of lightning, killing the two slightly stronger S-level Qi Refiners.

He swallowed the prepared Ten-color Chrysanthemum and continued casting lightning.

In the end, only six managed to escape attacks from Yi Tian and Fourth Child.

And Yi Tian hadn’t even used Five Elements Divine Light.

This time, the airship ran wild.

Yi Tian ordered all raptors not to pursue, but to form an east-west defensive line keeping the Red Feather Race outside, and driving them forward with the airship.

Now there were over 12,000 Red Feather Race left—no way to wipe them all out.

Capture? No chance!

Not enough flying beasts for now—will have to plan to round up some raptors later.

Expel!

Once expelled from the Mist, Yi Tian could focus on the other four powers, turning them into fish in a barrel.

Mist only offers one chance.

Once you leave, there’s no way back!

The Red Feather Race felt like the sky was falling!

One of His Majesty the King’s favorite sons had died here, not even leaving a corpse!

The thirty-one S-level warriors who entered the Mist—of the top fifteen, all were killed.

With just six left, they still had to face the Demon Lord’s relentless pursuit. The Lord’s attack range was too great. One mistake and they’d die in the skies.

"Crack!"

"Ah..."

A streak of Thunder Tower lightning shot over, blasting to bits an S-level Body Refiner who’d lost all Combat Will!

Only five S-levels left!

Only now did they realize: the Demon Lord’s Elemental Weapons could slaughter them.

They could clearly feel the airship’s cannon attacks and Elemental Attacks becoming ever more accurate.

If this keeps up, maybe Lei Xianba and others could take the Lord’s city, but the Red Feather Race would shed every last drop of blood!

Worst of all, the Demon Lord’s strength was making them doubt victory!

More than twenty raptors were surrounding all twelve thousand of their people.

An utter humiliation!

Now the Red Feather Race was terrified—the ones who’d been spread out now bunched together again.

They kept retreating, step by step, eyes fixed on the Mist!

"We’re almost at the Mist gate, there’s nowhere left to run. If the airship advances a few more kilometers, we’re all dead!"

An S-level Body Refiner said miserably.

The mighty Dynasty, Two-Star Territory, forced into a dead end.

"It’s not that we don’t want to buy time—we’ve tried our best! Retreat! Leave the Mist!"

In the end, a slightly higher-status S-level powerhouse gave the order.

The Prince’s death left them furious, but totally powerless!

Yi Tian had taught the proud Celestial Feather Dynasty a lesson—there’s always a higher sky...