"Give us a hundred breaths."
After the several hundred youths finished speaking, they each stepped into the sky and swiftly formed hand seals, sketching obscure, incomprehensible runes in the void.
"Do we really need to make this so troublesome? Why don't we just charge in?"
"Exactly. Those city walls look like they've been in disrepair for ages. You think three measly cities can stop us? What a fool's dream. They're dragging this out way too much."
Watching the obscure, mysterious runes take shape overhead and sensing the ripples spreading through the air, Mo Yi and Mo San below scratched their heads, their faces full of impatience.
Did it really have to be this troublesome? It would be better to just let them charge in.
Those city walls looked so old and dilapidated that a single collision would probably turn them to rubble.
Did it really have to be this troublesome? This was plainly nothing but a waste of time.
There was nothing wrong with this group—except that they dragged their feet too much.
"Quit your fucking nonsense. If you two want to go, then hurry up and go. Let's see whether the Young Master throws you out. What did the Old Ancestor say before we came? Anyone who acts on their own without obeying the Young Master's orders will have their father hung up and beaten."
"If your old man gets hung up and beaten because of you, then once you go back, you probably won't be coming out again."
Looking at the two talking up ahead, Mo Si said impatiently.
The moment they heard the words "old man," the two immediately behaved themselves.
If their fathers were hung up and beaten by the Old Ancestor because of them, then they would suffer terribly once they returned.
Boom! Boom! Boom!