"Oh?" The only mysterious man left in the tavern hall raised his head and looked at the domineering middle-aged man, one brow lifting slightly.
He looks quite imposing, but is that all he's got? he thought, unhurriedly lifting his wine cup.
Bang! Bang!
Two successive crashes rang out as two figures leaped down from the second floor. Before they even landed, powerful blasts of qi shot straight toward Xiong Ba.
Gathering qi into clouds, vast true qi transformed into a palm force capable of toppling mountains and overturning seas, crashing down. Amid creaking sounds, countless wooden tables and chairs shattered.
Almost at the same time, innumerable sweeping leg winds appeared around Xiong Ba, like a raging gale that seeped into every opening and wrapped around him without leaving a single gap.
"Hmph!" Faced with the surging assault, Xiong Ba gave a disdainful snort. True qi emerged from his hands and instantly spread outward, forming a protective barrier.
"Three-Point Return to Origin Qi!"
With a cold cry, qi force erupted. The two charging figures both let out muffled groans and flew backward into the distance.
"My fine disciples, you think you can kill your master with strength like this? Aren't you being a little too delusional?"
The two figures rose from the ground. One of them wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face turning vicious.
"Xiong Ba, don't get cocky. Today is the day you die. A golden scale is not meant to remain in a pond; once it encounters wind and cloud, it becomes a dragon. Success comes from wind and cloud, and so does defeat. Now that Wind and Cloud have gathered, will you still refuse to accept your fate?" Bu Jingyun said coldly, his gaze fixed on Xiong Ba with nothing but hatred.
Nie