As dust swept past, by the time the five men recovered, a figure had already planted himself seven meters away.
Tian Dayong watched, shaken to his core. He was about to rush down when his gaze swept past Lian Youming, and he saw that Lian Youming had slipped his right hand behind his back at some point, pressing it down lightly to signal him.
"That little brat!"
Seeing this, how could Tian Dayong fail to understand his nephew's intentions? He could only forcibly suppress his agitation and tighten his grip on his gun. He looked back at the scene below.
The five men's eyes were dark, their expressions grave. Their feet shifted as they circled, already changing positions to form a coordinated assault.
Lian Youming ignored their movements. His gaze shifted, first sweeping over the two Xingyi Sect traitors before finally turning to the other three. Of those three, two were thin and one was fat.
The two thin men had shaved heads and thick, dark, curly stubble on their cheeks. They were actually twins. The fat one had shoulder-length hair and a full beard. He still held a rifle, but its ammunition had run out.
The fat one spoke first. "May I ask your name, sir?"
His voice was cold and eerie.
Instead of answering, Lian Youming said, "I heard your surname is Bai? Do you know someone called Bai Long?"
At these words, the fat man's cheek twitched, and his eyes narrowed sharply. "Who are you? How do you know my younger brother?"
Even the other two thin men's expressions changed slightly.
Taking in all their reactions, Lian Youming grinned. "Good, you know him. Unfortunately, I was the one who killed him. So, where exactly do you lot come from?"
As he spoke, he looked back at the