Hun Tiangang shot up from the ground like a missile.
Third Brother of Magic Rock's blade was still pointed at the spot where he had been standing, his entire body frozen stiff.
He looked up blankly at Hun Tiangang vanishing into the distant sky and muttered, "Holy shit...!"
That move had nearly scared the three of them to death.
What kind of martial art was that?! How could someone just fly all over the sky like that?!
He hadn't even gathered his qi... he had just launched straight off the ground!
Was this some kind of joke?!
A Da patted Third Brother of Magic Rock on the shoulder. "Stop staring, brother. At your level, you wouldn't understand."
"Oh, right, right..." Then he suddenly came to his senses, shook off A Da's hand, stepped back, and pointed his blade at him. "Who the hell are you?! What nonsense are you talking about? What do you mean I wouldn't understand? Let me tell you, the Three Heroes of Magic Rock are no pushovers! I... I admit that old—senior really has some skills. But we aren't made of... clay either."
A Da smiled. "In my eyes, you're exactly made of clay."
The three of them broke out in a cold sweat.
It was just... this world... was a little strange.
They could not say exactly what was strange about it. It was just that... Lu Chengwen, Long Aotian, and Zhao Ritian...
How did those three... know so many experts?!
That Senior Nan from before had already surpassed anything they could imagine.
Then there had been that saber-wielding young man who hacked at anyone he saw, whose martial arts were unreasonably powerful as well.
No matter how they judged it, that should have been the limit, right?
But then, good lord, an old scavenger