Who could have imagined that this thousand-year-old Daoist sacred ground would now become a killing ground?
Before the words had faded, figures sprang into motion along the mountain path, flying toward Lian Youming and the others to surround and kill them.
It was hard to imagine.
The moment these fifty-odd people moved, they displayed almost ninety-nine percent of the martial arts of the Northern and Southern Martial Arts World, all of them genuine, secretly transmitted arts.
Hard-training external skills, Neijiaquan, elixir skill, Qigong, fist techniques, palm techniques, saber techniques, swordsmanship, whip techniques, spear techniques...
They simply kept coming.
At the sight, even Lian Youming could not help feeling a strange chill run through his entire body.
These people had lain low for decades, using the Mountain Guardians' deep foundations to devote themselves to studying the martial way and mastering a hundred schools. Each possessed several supreme arts and several kinds of killing moves. Now that they had joined forces to surround their foes, they formed a truly earth-shaking killing formation.
Some closed in to grapple, tying down their opponents; some focused on the lower body, seizing joints, tendons, and bones; some attacked at long range; some kept their hands on concealed weapons, waiting for an opening; others hurled flying hooks from the perimeter, trailing chains-deadly weapons for surrounding and killing an enemy.
They coordinated and supported one another with flawless precision.
In that first exchange alone, Wu Jiu's Miao Dao was snagged by a hook. Had Yang Shuang and the others not pulled him back, he would have been hacked to death in an instant.
This was bad!
There was also that flying knife expert, who suddenly launched covert attacks aimed straight at their eyes, making him even harder to handle.
And Ma Laosi had not even joined in yet.