The evening wind brushed past. As the last glow on the horizon gradually sank into the vast sea of clouds, a chilling air of slaughter quietly spread. Wind rose and clouds stirred. Seen from afar, five precipitous peaks stood linked side by side amid the misty sea of clouds, like five old men seated on the ground. Majestic and perilous, magnificent and spectacular, the scenery was truly extraordinary.
This was Five Old Men Peak.
On the silent mountain path, two figures suddenly emerged.
One sped along in flying bounds, his trouser legs swelling taut as though wind and clouds churned within. His movements looked fierce and powerful, yet his feet rose and fell lightly, without a sound. His footwork shifted endlessly: when he leaped, he was like a swallow spreading its wings; when his feet touched down, he darted like a nimble snake.
Deft and agile, he moved exceptionally fast.
The other stayed to his left, twisting at the waist and swaying his body as he raced forward in a crouch. At times he sprang like a nimble ape, at times he pounced like a savage tiger, and at times he soared like a roaming dragon. In the variations of his movements, he was no less accomplished.
Seeing that Lian Youming could not only keep up with him, but also had bright, darting eyes and astonishing speed, displaying the very image of a lively monkey, Xue Hen immediately bared his teeth in a cackling laugh. His laughter was eerie and hoarse, like a mountain demon in human form. Then he shook his head and shoulders and somersaulted. Once he landed steadily, he too assumed the bearing of a crazed monkey.
How could Lian Youming show weakness at that? A vicious gleam blazed in his eyes. Like a savage ape, he