The two toddlers exchanged a glance after hearing this.

"Brother, he said he's pretty good... We're so weak, wouldn't it be embarrassing if the two of us couldn't beat him?"

"Then...then let's play together. We can't embarrass Mom when we're out and about, otherwise she'll definitely say we're a disgrace."

"Uh-huh!"

Quan Wuyue nodded, agreeing with her brother's reasoning, and immediately went into battle mode.

Jun Qingchi quickly placed his hand on the sword hilt, his eyes fixed intently on the young man in front of him.

The boy in front of him finally breathed a sigh of relief.

We can finally start fighting.

He'd fought two relatively weak human gods before, but today he was only fighting two six-year-old kids. What was there to be afraid of?

The audience found it interesting but not suspenseful; surely no one would actually lose to two six-year-old children?

At this moment, Cang Mingyou, who was standing to the side, smiled mischievously:

"3!"

"2!"

"1! The match begins!"

The fifteen-year-old boy wanted to play with the two little kids for a while, but suddenly, the surrounding energy seemed to act out of control, trapping him in one place.

Energy gathers in the girl's hand, and the boy's sword is about to be drawn.

At that moment, the boy sensed that something was extremely wrong.

Wait a minute... this energy concentration seems a tiny bit off!

Damn! Why do I feel like I'm being threatened with death?!

At that moment, Quan Wuyue's energy beam and Jun Qingchi's sword energy, as if capable of destroying the heavens and the earth, blasted towards the boy.