Those old enemies suffered badly. As soon as they landed and steadied themselves, each staggered as though unable to stay on his feet, a thin line of blood immediately seeping from the corner of his mouth. "How is this possible?"
Disbelief spread across all their faces.
All told, only a little over two years had passed since Lian Youming's Street Challenge. How had he become so formidable?
"I don't believe it!"
One of them made to attack again, but the old Taoist swept his fly whisk across his path and stopped him.
Lian Youming let his arms hang naturally at his sides, quietly watching the old Taoist on the bank as though waiting for him to make a move.
From the looks of things, this man must have been brought in as support by his enemies.
The old Taoist looked seventy, with graying temples, though the hair atop his head still held a trace of blue-black. He had a long face, gray eyebrows, and a tuft of goatee on his chin. He was also extremely short, only about a meter fifty or sixty, looking scarcely taller than a boy.
And he was actually wearing an unusual garment-a purple robe.
The Purple-Robed Taoist looked composed and showed no intention of attacking. He merely gave Lian Youming a long look and said, "Dragon Roaring Iron Shirt! You must have obtained this training method from the Baji Sect."
Lian Youming did not answer. Since they were on opposing sides, what was there to say?
The Purple-Robed Taoist nodded slightly, neither pleasure nor anger showing on his face, then turned to the others and said softly, "Let's go to Guling Town first."
That being the case, these men must have come down from Five Old Men Peak.
But the old Taoist's words carried another