Only Because Their Eyes Met

"Ah?" Wang Tie Zhu froze.

At that very moment of conversation.

"Roar!"

After an ear-splitting lion's roar.

Liang Hao leaped up as quickly as he flew back out.

When he hit the ground, his clothes were in tatters and his hair hung in wild disarray. Even a beggar by the roadside could not have dressed himself up as miserably as this.

Yet his reaction was swift as well. He forcibly swallowed back a mouthful of blood, then scrambled and crawled back to his own platform.

If advancing was impossible, then he settled for the next best thing. In that regard, he had more sense than his Profound Ancestor, Liang Hengshi.

That old thing still had not agreed to be Qin He's dog. Stubborn as a mule.

As for the surrounding crowd, chaos immediately erupted.

Ordinary people hurriedly covered their ears, feeling only the deafening noise. Cultivators felt as though they had been struck by clubs, while certain people with crooked hearts, as well as demons and monsters, retreated violently as if struck by lightning.

This technique was more powerful against cultivators than ordinary people.

"This is the Lion's Roar!"

"How is that possible?!"

The elders of Baiyun Pavilion and the Lingxiao Sect rose to their feet, their faces full of shock.

The Lion's Roar was Sound Sect's ultimate art, a supreme technique of utmost purity and yang. Rumor had it that this ultimate art was already close to a divine ability.

In Danzhou of the south, the Lion's Roar had gradually neared extinction since records began.

To see it reappear today—and from the mouths of two little girls, no less—was truly astonishing.

The two exchanged a glance and could not help wondering: just where had this pair of young sisters, who had appeared out of thin air, come from?

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