"Golden Cicada, give me back my Saint Medicine!"
The Golden Sparrow Palace elder shouted through gritted teeth, chasing him all the way.
Meanwhile, after swallowing the unaffiliated cultivator, the Azure Flood Dragon let out rolling dragon roars. Its eyes were as large as lanterns as it soared into the sky and joined the pursuit.
Clearly, it was enraged and had no intention of letting these medicine thieves escape so easily.
"Amitabha. This humble monk is Tang Sanzang. Golden Cicada is my younger brother. Benefactor, do not mistake me for him." Lin Fan looked back, recited his catchphrase, and sped westward.
"I don't care whether you're Golden Cicada or Tang Sanzang! Return the Saint Medicine at once, or don't blame me for showing no mercy!"
The blond middle-aged man seethed with fury. The Saint Medicine had been almost within his grasp, only for an interloper to barge in halfway through. How could he not be angry?
"Stop him!" he roared, ordering the disciples ahead.
"Yes, Martial Uncle."
The sinister-looking young man in the lead stopped and lined up beside the other three, forming a defensive line. All of them launched attacks.
Yet the corners of Lin Fan's mouth curled up with a trace of disdain. Without slowing down, he swung his divine fists one after another, blazing with golden light, and met them head-on.
Boom!
The four young-looking cultivators were sent flying backward almost simultaneously, coughing up great mouthfuls of blood. Some had their arms burst apart; others had holes punched through their chests. A bloody mist drifted through the sky.
"Ah..." They screamed, utterly unable to believe what had happened. A single strike had severely wounded all four of them. Wasn't he far too powerful?
After all, they were outstanding disciples of the Golden Sparrow Palace. They had long since