"Leaving already?" Jiang Xiaohui's eyes widened.
Ye Jinghong also asked, "The villagers will be all right, won't they?"
I hesitated. "Probably. Since that old guy mentioned the villagers, he must have already dealt with it."
Ye Jinghong said, "No wonder. I was wondering why those villagers were dressed so strangely. They were actually imitating ancient clans."
Wu Kaishan sighed. "With just a wave of his hand, those wandering souls vanished. That's the power of an immortal. Tell me, if he used that kind of method to kill us, would we even have room to resist?"
Jiang Xiaohui rolled his eyes. "You're overthinking it. That trick works on wandering souls, but it's nothing special against us. Do you really think living a long time makes someone an immortal? Just ask whether he dares fight me face-to-face. I'd beat his teeth all over the ground!"
No sooner had Jiang Xiaohui finished speaking than our vision blurred. Guiguzi, who had just left, somehow appeared before us again. Without a word, he threw a punch at Jiang Xiaohui, sending him flying several meters away. Jiang Xiaohui lay there for a long while before managing to get up, but before he could say anything, Guiguzi had vanished again.
"You old bastard, what kind of hero ambushes someone? If you've got the guts, fight me face-to-face! I'll kill you..." Jiang Xiaohui finally climbed to his feet, rubbing his stomach.
By then, Ying Gou had completely recovered. He looked at Jiang Xiaohui. "Enough. Stop cursing. You're no match for him." Jiang Xiaohui pouted, still unconvinced.
A Tai said, "People like them can no longer be understood through common sense. Their very existence defies science. Human beings simply cannot live that long. Take our Three Great Ancient Clans, for example. Though our history stretches far back, even predating