"Hahaha!"
Watching the direction Nie Qianwen had left in, Feng Jitong finally burst out laughing. "Elder Nie, why did you dodge just now?"
"And didn't you say they were just a few lumps of iron? Why did you come running back?!"
Compared with Feng Jitong's gloating, Cheng Yanqiu and the other two looked considerably graver.
Indeed, they had seen that cannon shot perfectly clearly from the summit.
The instant the cannonball exploded, earth and stones flew everywhere, and the terrifying shock wave had forced Nie Qianwen into a desperate retreat.
Nie Qianwen was a Heavenly Elder just like them, after all. His strength naturally differed little from theirs.
If even he could not withstand it, they probably would not fare much better down there.
It was no exaggeration to say that a single shot from that cannon absolutely rivaled a Grandmaster's all-out strike.
It might even... have been slightly more powerful.
More frightening still, there was more than one down below.
So even a Grandmaster facing them would probably... have to weigh things very carefully.
"Elder Cheng!"
Seeing that Nie Qianwen had already gone far away, Feng Jitong turned to Cheng Yanqiu. "Why don't you go down and give it a try too?"
"Get lost!"
Cheng Yanqiu struck the ground hard with his wooden staff, then turned to leave. "The Sect Master already told us not to meddle!"
"So let them make whatever trouble they please down there!"
"Hehe, Elder Cheng, I think you're just too scared to meddle!"
Beaming, Feng Jitong turned to the other two elders. "Elder Lü, Elder Wang, what about you two?"
"Why not go down and broaden your horizons too?"
"We're leaving!"
The two elders' faces twitched. Shaking their heads repeatedly, they turned and followed Cheng Yanqiu.
"Haha!"
Watching all three leave, Feng Jitong stood