Soon.
Led by Ning Xuanwu, they quickly arrived at a hidden spot not far from the entrance of the small Martial Arts Hall.
"Hmph!"
"A mere mortal actually made this venerable one waste so much time. Let's see how I crush him into a meat pancake," Ning Xuanwu said angrily.
"Master, I think we should still proceed with caution. It would be best to verify whether the information Xu Kun obtained is accurate first, wouldn't it?" Yao Ling'er said, her delicate brows furrowed and her face full of worry.
"Hmph."
"You actually want me to be cautious over a mere mortal?"
Ning Xuanwu said in uncontrollable fury.
"Master, I always feel that something is off. And look..." Yao Ling'er cast her sharp gaze toward the Martial Arts Hall and said gravely, "This Martial Arts Hall has clearly been under our surveillance, yet several old men suddenly appeared at its entrance. Don't you find that strange?"
"Hmph, that is merely an oversight in your surveillance," Ning Xuanwu said disdainfully. "Besides, mortals have plenty of relatives. Those old men are nothing more than some second uncle or third granduncle types."
"In my eyes, whether they are second uncles or third granduncles, they are merely mortals—existences as insignificant as ants."
With an angry snort, Ning Xuanwu found the Martial Arts Hall unbearably offensive to the eye. Releasing his aura, he left an afterimage in midair as he swept toward the Martial Arts Hall, carrying immense might that shrouded it.
In the blink of an eye, he arrived above the Martial Arts Hall.
The four people who had been comprehending the Martial Intent within the character "Martial" on the plaque sensed the fluctuations overhead and abruptly opened their eyes.
Four piercing gazes shot toward Ning Xuanwu.
Who had such audacity as to launch an