Almost instantly.
Ning Xuanwu was yanked back. Four pairs of meaningful eyes stared straight at him.
Ning Xuanwu was incredibly nervous.
Cold sweat poured down his forehead, and his heart was pounding so hard it nearly leaped out of his chest.
It had been many, many years since he had tasted such fear. Clearly, his treasure, the Sky Shaking Stone, lay beneath his feet, while the Swift Cloak had been hung off to one side, both within easy reach—yet he did not dare spare them even a glance.
"Hehe, greetings, four seniors. May I ask what business the four seniors have with me?" Under the four men's stares, Ning Xuanwu's scalp went numb. He forced out a smile uglier than crying as he spoke.
"It is not that we have business with you. Rather, it seems you just said you wanted to slap us to death?"
Wu Yonghong looked at him with a dark expression and asked leisurely.
Those mockery-filled words made Ning Xuanwu's heart jolt. He hurriedly explained, "No, no, four seniors, please calm your anger. How could I dare attack the four of you? I merely wanted to flatten this little Martial Arts Hall. I did not know the four seniors were sitting here cultivating in peace, so I hope you will be magnanimous!"
After explaining himself, Ning Xuanwu inwardly breathed a sigh of relief.
Though these four men had strange tempers, he was still a Martial King, and he had stopped in time. Now that he had explained matters clearly, surely they would not make things too difficult for him?
Yet what he had not expected was that the instant his voice fell, the four men rose to their feet almost as though by prior agreement, their powerful pressure sweeping over him.
It also carried dense killing