Lu Xuan did not wait for the other side to make a move this time. He struck first, stomping hard on the ground.
Whoosh!
Several small stones shot out like bullets, hurtling toward the three men opposite him.
In an instant, two dull thuds rang out.
The two monks beside the middle-aged man had their heads explode in an instant. Their bodies fell with a thud, twitching incessantly on the ground.
The middle-aged man, meanwhile, stretched one hand straight out before him, his five fingers clenched tightly as though he were holding something in his palm.
A few beads of cold sweat emerged on the middle-aged man's forehead as waves of searing pain surged through his palm.
The middle-aged man slowly opened his hand. In his palm was a clump of crimson sludge—powdered stone mixed with his blood.
"Who exactly are you?!"
"A Blackbird Guard?"
A chill crept down the middle-aged man's spine, and an inexplicable fear rose within him.
The other party had injured him with just a single pebble.
His strength was clearly unfathomable, far beyond anything he had imagined. He was undoubtedly stronger than him.
Could he be a martial artist at the peak of the Blood Refinement Realm?
Damn it!
Why would such an expert appear in Dengfeng County? Could he be from the Blackbird Guard?
He was a Blood Refinement Realm martial artist, after all. His flesh had been tempered a thousand times over, his cultivation brought to completion.
A Blood Refinement Realm martial artist's physical body was as hard as adamantine stone. Ordinary things could not possibly injure him.
Without saying a word, Lu Xuan looked indifferently at the middle-aged man ahead. Then he kicked off with both feet, his body shooting forward at incredible speed.
It seemed Blood Refinement Realm martial artists truly