Boom!
The tremendous blast erupted, and Cui Xuan and the others' expressions changed involuntarily.
"A cannon?" Meng Hu muttered softly. He felt that the sound of the explosion was somewhat familiar, as though he had heard it somewhere before.
"Has the Imperial Court come to meddle as well?" Cui Xuan said gravely.
In his impression, aside from the Imperial Court, no other force was capable of deploying cannons.
"Could the Imperial Court have set its sights on our Martial Arts inheritance? How dare they act so recklessly, against the will of all under Heaven!" Fei Da was both alarmed and enraged. If it truly was the Imperial Court, they would certainly be no match for them.
Armored soldiers armed to the teeth, along with bows, crossbows, matchlocks, and cannons—there would be nowhere for them to run.
No matter how high one's Martial Arts were, they were still flesh and blood.
"Not likely. If it really were the Imperial Court, those blasts would be raining down on our heads, not happening like this," Fang Xiao added.
"Never mind anything else. Stay alert and pick up the pace. We need to leave this place," Cui Xuan said. He had no wish to linger and naturally wanted to head to the Five Spirits Sect Ruins as soon as possible.
The people of the Five Veins were stationed there, so it would be far safer.
Yet as they spoke, a dark figure came hurtling toward them, rolling several times across the ground.
"Th-this is the Saintly Hand Scholar?" Cui Xuan's expression darkened. He recognized the man on the ground, who was already at death's door and had only one breath left in him.
Of course, his ugly expression was not because the man had been beaten into such a state, but because he too