Having drawn within a dozen-odd zhang of the courtyard, using the old trees as cover, Lu Wu-bing was just about to dart in a single step to the courtyard wall.
Then a deep shout, like muffled thunder, suddenly rang in his ears.
"Who goes there?"
The shout made Lu Wu-bing's eardrums buzz.
A wave of palpitations surged through his heart.
At once, he changed his mind, turning his forward charge into a retreat.
With a light tap of his feet, he shot backward.
Smack! Smack!
Wood splinters flew like rain!
Charred-black bark and shattered bamboo branches came hurtling toward him on a fierce gust.
A wave of heat filled the air, scorching his brows and eyes.
Three figures suddenly leaped into the air from within the courtyard.
Like great birds, they rose and fell as they pursued him.
At the same time, shadows stirred within the houses to either side.
"Good heavens, had he poked a hornet's nest?"
Lu Wu-bing nearly cursed in the dialect of his former homeland.
The few men on the other side clearly possessed immense auras, their inner force almost tangible around them... He had also seen clearly what had just flown at him: two bamboo chopsticks used for eating.
They had actually pierced the courtyard wall, then passed straight through a large tree.
One could only imagine how wild and abundant the force contained within them had been.
They should have been upper third-rank experts. Yin-Yang Monk was far inferior to the person who had struck.
And there was more than one expert of this caliber.
How was he supposed to fight them?
Fortunately, he had still been far away and had reacted quickly, never getting too close.
There was still room to maneuver.
He drew in his spirit and circulated Pine Crane Guidance with