Do you really think I'm easy to bully?
Zhang Menglong looked at the dozen or so ordinary soldiers charging at him with fierce momentum. He suddenly stomped his foot, and a dragon's roar erupted from his body, causing them to stumble in confusion.
"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!" Zhang Menglong faced these people, needing no high-level martial arts. He simply raised his hand and sent them all flying with a single palm strike.
Based on Zhang Menglong's initial assessment, these people's life levels had indeed reached the level of Ultimate Life Forms, but they only possessed the most basic physical qualities, speed, and strength.
On the battlefield where the Myriad Tribes battled for supremacy, such a level might not even defeat an ordinary Guardian Beast.
If one must describe it, the difference between a ninth-level Guardian Beast and them might be like a fierce tiger versus a primary school student.
