"You three have been fighting for so long. It's about time I made my move, isn't it?"
After watching the three attack him for so long without even breaking through a single strand of his aura, Qiu Yifeng lost all interest in toying with them any further.
As soon as Qiu Yifeng finished speaking, his body trembled. The aura around him shattered, and Wu Taro and the other two were blasted backward again and again.
Qiu Yifeng gave the three no chance to react. With a flash, he appeared behind them and viciously swung his leg.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three consecutive impacts rang out, accompanied by the trio's miserable cries. Wu Taro and the other two were all kicked down by Qiu Yifeng.
The three landed back in the direction of their own sacred lands and lay sprawled on the ground, looking as though they had eaten dirt like dogs. Clear footprints were stamped on each of their buttocks.
Qiu Yifeng had deliberately kicked them there just to humiliate them. Who told them to target Heavenly Martial Sacred Land?
As Wu Taro and the other two lay face-down on the ground, they wished there were a hole in the earth for them to crawl into. They would rather burrow underground than stay here and be mocked.
They were ancestors of sacred lands! Yet Qiu Yifeng had humiliated them so thoroughly, and they even had to endure the ridicule of their own sect's disciples. Their old faces had been utterly disgraced.
Wu Taro and the others wanted to crawl into a hole, but the disciples of their two factions had no idea what they were thinking. Seeing their ancestors sprawled on the ground, they hurried forward to help the three up.
"Ancestor, are you all right?"
Standing beside Wu Taro was