A mountain wind swept past, startling the birds in the woods into flight.
"Roar!"
Hearing the piercing, deafening dragon's roar below, every Emei disciple swallowed hard.
"Are you sure you saw right? Our senior brothers and sisters were all killed?"
Even now, the others found it hard to believe, their hair standing on end.
Those were five Grand Boxers down there, not nobodies anyone could push around, yet someone had wiped them out without a sound. The young man who had slipped down earlier was deathly pale, his lips trembling. He stammered for ages without managing a coherent explanation, seemingly scared out of his wits.
The group reacted with remarkable speed, immediately withdrawing the rope ladder to trap whoever was in the cave until they died.
Yet just as everyone stood tense and uneasy, a figure abruptly appeared at the cliff's edge, standing in the wind, his padded clothes billowing, his face expressionless.
"Ah!"
"He's up here!"
"Everyone, watch out!"
The Emei disciples instantly braced as though facing a formidable enemy. Without another word, hidden weapons poured from their hands like a violent storm.
Lian Youming lowered himself and rushed forward in a crouch. One arm swept around, his sleeve seemingly filled with a raging gale. A sweep and a brush through the air knocked down every vicious hidden weapon before him.
He was about to strike to kill, but his eyes suddenly flashed, and he looked straight past the Emei disciples.
Quite a few people seemed to have come from every direction through the mountain woods, scattered here and there. All had stirred at the news and were hiding in the shadows, surveying the scene. Lian Youming raised his brows. It seemed that even without his intervention today, a chaotic battle might well have broken out here.
"Who might