Whoosh—!
Over the ruins, a fierce wind whipped up sand and dust that filled the sky, blowing past the two old patriarchs' agile figures as they struck joint-attack stances and froze in place like statues.
Facing Huo Yuanhong's puzzled gaze as he turned to look over, Second Granduncle assumed the stance of a tiger descending the mountain, while the Patriarch surnamed Lin spread his wings like a white crane. One tiger and one crane fell silent.
That was it?
Young masters these days...
Were their hands and feet really this nimble?
"Ahem."
Second Granduncle withdrew his tiger-descending-the-mountain stance and waved a hand.
"It's nothing. Just wanted to tell you to watch your step and not trip. The ground's a little slippery."
"Yes, the ground's a little slippery."
The Patriarch surnamed Lin also withdrew his white-crane-spreading-its-wings stance. With his hands behind his back, he gave a slight nod.
After all, he was a sect patriarch who had lived for more than a hundred years. His skill at cultivating composure was formidable. After catching his breath, he was still able to hold steady. At this moment, he forcefully suppressed the shock in his heart and recovered the calm, lofty bearing of an expert he had displayed along the way here.
Why had he gotten stronger again...
Back at Four Seas Tower, he had been there representing the Southern Heaven Alliance to watch the battle. Huo Yuanhong's skill had been extremely powerful then, but there was no way he could have crushed a crazed Martial Person with such a formidable physique beneath his foot the instant they met.
But now...
That explosively soaring speed was so fast that even Gang Strength vision could barely keep up. It was a little terrifying.
Even as his heart shook, the Patriarch surnamed Lin quietly let out