"Well, what should we do?
The three masters of the spiritual race—Mordechai, Sergio, and Briar—looked extremely pale. They were using their telepathic link to communicate with each other.
After talking for a while, they finally reached a decision.
"Humph!
Tell me, do you really think you're qualified to be the chief just because you have the spiritual heart?
If that's the case, then we're not convinced.
If you want to be the chief, you have to defeat all three of us first!" Mordechai roared.
"Ha-ha!
You make me laugh. I know you three old men won't easily admit defeat.
Well, then. Let me start with you," Kerwin laughed wildly.
Boom! Thump!
Above his head, the spiritual heart was emitting strange rhythmic rumbles as it beat so strongly and forcefully.
Not too far away from him were countless runes of the spiritual race, moving quickly like a school of fish swimming in the deep sea.
Now, the whole Spiritual Mountain was illuminated by the bright and strong spiritual light.
"Come on! Let's fight him together!"
Mordechai, Sergio, and Briar charged at Kerwin at the same time.
Boom!
Mordechai grew taller and taller. In an instant, he turned into a giant as tall as the sky itself. His eyes were blazing with fire as he attacked Kerwin.
In each of his hands, he held a huge ax. Every time he swung them, the heaven and earth would shake, and most of the creatures' spiritual souls would tremble in fear.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Beside him, Sergio drew out an old, sharp sword. An endless piercing aura spurted out from his sword.
Since the sword aura contained terrifying spiritual power, it could crush the spiritual souls of his enemies with ease.
Swish!
A huge ancient book was constantly ruffling above Briar's head. Runes representing the history and civilization of the spiritual race burst out from its pages.
"Go to hell, you brat!"
The three powerful cultivators of the spiritual race attacked Kerwin from different directions.
"Ha-ha! You all look so cute with your little tricks!"
Kerwin did not even try to suppress his laughter as he faced the attack of all three masters.
Meanwhile, the spiritual heart above his head kept spitting out intense spiritual soul energy, along with runes of the spiritual race.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
All of a sudden, three huge fists which condensed in front of Kerwin blew up without warning.
Each fist packed an extremely violent spiritual power. Wherever it passed, it wiped out everything with baleful momentum.
Splash! Crack! Bang!
Due to the attacks from both sides, endless shock waves of spiritual power rushed and crashed randomly, drilling holes in the void.
The calamitous fighting power spread in all directions, almost causing the entire Spiritual Mountain to collapse.
After a while, the fighting took a toll on them.
"Ahhh!"
Screams then filled the air.
Thud!
Three figures got thrown far away into the sky. Not long after, Mordechai, Sergio, and Briar, who sustained injuries, all dropped to the ground.
At that moment, the battle finally came to an end. Kerwin put his hands behind his back, and his eyes looked fierce and cold.
The black spiritual heart over his head was still beating vigorously, emitting a menacing aura that could shake the entire cosmos and suppress every creature.
Dead silence then enveloped the entire Spiritual Mountain.
"Oh, you poor little things. Are you all right? Why don't I give you one last chance, hmm?
Tell me, would you prefer to surrender willingly and admit your defeat? Or should I just kill you?"
Seriously injured, the three masters remained in a trance.
"Oh, no! Please spare my life, Prince Kerwin.
I'm convinced!
I'm willing to recognize you as our new chief!" Mordechai cried out.
"I am willing to support you as our chief as well, Prince Kerwin!"
Sergio and Briar echoed in panic.
"Ha-ha! Of course, you are!"
Kerwin beamed in utter satisfaction and pride. He felt so appeased that his chuckle slowly turned into a guffaw.
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