Elder Gu and his three companions quickly joined battle with Sect Master Wang and his three companions.
Guo Yun and Liu Hong, meanwhile, positioned themselves opposite Lin He, twenty to thirty zhang away. Liu Hong, a thin, short old man with a fiery temper, declared bluntly, "Boy, I have no interest in knowing your name or asking what you've done. All I know is this: anyone who offends the young master deserves to die!"
Even as he spoke, Liu Hong sent an enormous Iron Hammer Magic Treasure hurtling at Lin He. Beside him, Guo Yun gave a wry chuckle, somewhat helpless in the face of his explosive temper. Still, he coordinated with Liu Hong, directing a Flying Fork at Lan Chou.
As Liu Hong launched his attack, the enormous Iron Hammer carried a faint rumble of wind and thunder. Though it was a heavy Magic Treasure, it was anything but slow. Within a single breath, it was above Lin He's head, poised to smash down.
"Die!"
Liu Hong brought the hammer crashing down, but Lin He remained calm. He stood where he was without dodging, instead slapping his Storage Bag. Two Broadsword Warrior Puppets flew out, brandishing their broadswords and stopping the enormous Iron Hammer head-on.
"Early Core Formation Puppets!"
Liu Hong's expression changed. He was beginning to realize his opponent was troublesome when Lin He reached out and made a grabbing motion toward him through the air.
Liu Hong froze, unsure what he meant to do. The next instant, a golden Great Handprint flew out and lunged at him.
The Great Handprint was incredibly fast, and the distance between them was short. In an instant, it was above Liu Hong's head.
"You-"
Liu Hong hurriedly brought out a pitch-black shield Magic Treasure to block it, hoping to buy himself