Li Xuancang's gaze turned icy as he looked at the three men, ready to kill them.
"Young man, you are very strong."
Suddenly, an aged and murky voice rang out.
Two figures shot down from the horizon and arrived before Li Xuancang in an instant.
The man on the left was thin and withered, his beard and hair completely white. He wore a gray robe and carried an ancient sword on his back.
It had no scabbard, and its blade was mottled with rust, like some piece of junk dug out of an ancient tomb.
Li Xuancang's gaze fell upon the rusty sword, and his pupils contracted slightly. It gave him a faint sense of danger.
The man on the right stood in stark contrast to the elderly man on the left.
He was broad and brawny, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist. His graying hair draped over his shoulders, and his bare upper body revealed muscles knotted like the roots of an ancient tree.
His weapon was a spiked club. Every iron spike upon it was as thick as an adult's finger, gleaming with a cold light beneath the sun.
The instant the two appeared, the very air over the wilderness changed.
It was as though Mount Tai were pressing down overhead; the air itself seemed to turn viscous.
The ordinary soldiers in the wedding escort could barely breathe.
"You are not bad, but the outcome has already been decided."
A startling killing intent bloomed in the thin old man's eyes, nearly solidifying as it bore down upon the entire field.
"They're at the mid-stage Profound Connection Realm—two mid-stage Profound Connection Realm experts. We're finished."
"Run!"
"What are we supposed to do now?"
"..."
Sensing the sharp and immense auras of the two men, Wang Qi and