People's horizons were always determined by the environment they lived in.
Just like the Hong family now. Hong Daoyuan might have been someone who knew which way the wind blew, but the scene before them was very likely a joint scheme cooked up by the rest of the Hong family.
"On the surface, it looks like Incense Gathering Cult experts attacked the entire Hong family. But these cult experts could have moved sooner or later, yet they chose to act together precisely while I was making my move."
Wei He looked toward the Chaos God Cult's Three Elders of Yueyin.
"So you think that by joining forces, you have a chance of winning?"
"Since Sect Master Wei has guessed it, there is no need for further words." The leading Goatee Old Man said coldly.
"You could have stayed properly in Xuanging of Taizhou and lived your carefree days, yet you insisted on coming to my Feiye City. You are courting death yourself, so you cannot blame anyone else!"
"Kill him!" He said no more.
The three abruptly split apart, turning into three phantom shadows as they stabbed toward Wei He from three directions at once.
They were like three curved longswords, or three bent spears, their striking palms serving as the spearheads.
Such was the martial world. Without exchanging blows, it was difficult to see someone's true strength.
But once they began fighting, one could roughly discern their level.
Just as now, when the Yueyin Tianquan Formation of the Three Elders of Yueyin suddenly unfolded. Three invisible forces converged, perfectly covering every possible avenue of Wei He's evasion.
At the same time, the three kinds of force intertwined on their own and fused into one mass. No matter which of the three Wei He struck, it was equivalent to facing