Good heavens, truly birds of a feather flocked together—every last one of them was a real piece of work!
Lu Zheng felt his eyes had been opened. If he had not already lived in this world for so long, he would have thought he had transmigrated into some kind of bizarre special-edition novel.
"Who are they?" Deng Yu looked at Zhu Xiulan with utter shock. "You... why..."
Seeing that only the short-bearded man, Deng Yu, Yang Rongrong, and four people of unknown origin remained at the scene, Zhu Xiulan's eyes hardened. She waved her hand. "Make it quick. Leave none alive!"
Swish! Swish! Swish!
The short-bearded man reacted the fastest. He turned and tried to flee, only to discover as soon as he looked back that a masked man had already reached his side.
The short-bearded man's pupils contracted sharply. Both his palms abruptly swelled by a full circle as he struck backward.
Boom!
Their palms collided. Though the masked man was forced back three steps, the short-bearded man was driven even farther away, directly out of the woods and back to the edge of the pool.
Deng Yu and Yang Rongrong, being weaker than him, naturally could not escape disaster either. In merely two exchanges, they were forced to join up with the short-bearded man.
"Senior Brother, now is not the time for us to fight among ourselves! We must break out first. We can't let these people steal the Hundred Mountains Stele!" Deng Yu shouted.
The short-bearded man's eyes shifted, and he leaped to Lu Zheng's side. "Brother Liu, I'm sorry. We've implicated you this time. You don't need to worry about us. Just break out on your own!"
Lu Zheng raised a brow and curled his lips. Seeing the group of black-clothed men focus their attention on