"Fahuan is terribly bloodthirsty!"
The martial artists around them dared to be angry but not speak out, each one shrinking like a quail.
These days, anyone who ventured into the martial world had an exceptionally flexible bottom line...
"Go!"
With a leap, Aaron returned to the carriage and spoke to Qinghui.
When had old Daoist Qinghui ever enjoyed such a glorious moment?
At once, he excitedly flicked the whip, driving over the imperial road carpeted with corpses...
Mm... I deliberately held back seventy percent of my true qi earlier, just to show weakness and make the Crimson Turban Army come at me one by one, like Calabash Brothers rushing in to save their grandpa...
Aaron rested with his eyes closed as he waited for the next Calabash Brother.
Sure enough...
Less than half an hour later, the carriage stopped.
Aaron stepped out and saw two masters blocking the road ahead.
One had skin like yellow brass, his external martial arts clearly honed to the very peak. The other had vicious, wolfish features, and a pair of emerald-green eyes gleaming with cunning.
"Copper Tiger and Iron Wolf of the Four Great Protectors... it's you two again."
Aaron yawned boredly.
"You monk have quite the murderous streak, but we brothers would like to see whether you can kill us."
Copper Tiger sneered.
He cultivated the Copper Man Skill. Though achieving mastery meant losing one's sense of touch, it granted immense strength and unparalleled defensive prowess.
He exchanged a glance with Iron Wolf, and the two attacked from the left and right!
In truth, they were also unable to gauge the depths of this suddenly appeared "Master Fahuan."
But it did not matter. They only needed to hold him back.
After that, the Crimson Turban Army's experts would naturally arrive in an