"Is that Murong Fu? What kind of hero hides his face and sneaks around!"

"..."

Everyone was startled, hurriedly grabbed their weapons, and cautiously looked around, but saw no one.

Murong Fu sneered: "I am above you."

"Top of the head?"

Everyone was stunned again, and they all looked up to see Murong Fu in the air.

"Hiss! Are you a human or a ghost?"

"Should we retreat? Murong Fu can actually fly!"

"How could a living person fly? It must be sorcery!"

"Brothers, Murong Fu is a demon! Kill him and rid the people of this scourge!"

There are plenty of fools in the martial arts world. Although these fools are single-minded, they are masters of martial arts.

"But how are we going to kill him? We can't fly."

"Idiot, use a hidden weapon!"

"I can shoot arrows! Watch my horse charge with flying arrows!"

Everyone took out their hidden weapons, and some even set up their crossbows.

Pebbles, dark blue projectiles, golden darts... a variety of colorful hidden weapons attacked Murong Fu, and several sharp arrows also pierced the air.

Murong Fu remained calm and composed.

When the numerous hidden weapons were close, he swept them up with both hands, like a whale swallowing its prey, absorbing all the surrounding energy, and then drew a circle with both hands.

Time flies!

The immense internal energy materialized, sending numerous hidden weapons back the way they came.

"An eye for an eye!"

"Oh no! Everyone, get out of the way!"

"Murong Fu has gone on a killing spree!"

"Run!"

The scene was in complete chaos.

"Can you escape?" Murong Fu sneered, unleashing a flurry of attacks with two fingers: "The Finger of Mutual Strike!"

Besides the countless hidden weapons, there was also the invisible and colorless Qi of the Mixed Finger.

The true energy of a Grandmaster at its peak, like a Gatling gun, pierced through all these martial arts practitioners.

What goes around comes around.

That's how the martial world is: it's either you kill me or I kill you.

Less than fifteen minutes.

All those who came to provoke them were killed, and blood flowed like a river.

In the corner, Bao Butong and Feng Bo'e were bound with hemp rope, their mouths stuffed with rags, staring dumbfounded at the scene.

Young master... is incredibly awesome!