"Kill him."
Wu Ming said through gritted teeth.
The three acted instantly.
Each displayed their unique abilities.
One of them transformed into a falcon, and the sky darkened, with a light drizzle beginning to fall.
With a loud and clear cry of an eagle, a huge eagle rose into the air, its enormous phantom almost engulfing the world, accompanied by a mountain-like pressure.
The leaves rustled, and a strong wind rose.
The air felt much heavier at that moment.
It looks incredibly imposing, and it's incredibly powerful.
The old man wore a casual, lazy smile. While others were affected to some extent, the old man remained unchanged. He shook his head at the sight of this offensive.
"You're too focused on appearances and lack presence. Tsk tsk tsk... If it were someone else, they might have been fooled by you. It's a pity you ran into me. You're not so lucky."
Bang
The next moment, the small mud ball on the finger was flicked away.
"Ha ha ha ha……"
The man laughed loudly, "You think a tiny mud ball can break my attack? You're delusional..."
Before he could even utter the word "think," he was shocked to see that the phantom of the eagle he had painstakingly created shattered like paper, turning into countless rays of light and vanishing into nothingness.
"you……"
His eyes widened suddenly.
Blood gushed from his mouth, his pupils dilated, and he lost his breath, collapsing straight down.
A saint.
And so it fell.
"Hiss!" Wu Ming suddenly realized the old man's strength, but now that the arrow was on the bowstring, he had no choice but to release it. With a gloomy face, he ordered, "Kill him, kill him, kill him."
His near-heart-wrenching screams had no effect whatsoever.
The other two looked at the seemingly ordinary old man with a serious expression.
No one dared to make a move.
Especially when I saw the old man playing with the small mud ball again, a chill ran down my spine.
The one who made the move just now was their leader, the strongest among them, but he couldn't even withstand one move from the old man, so it was no different from sending them to their deaths.
"You all need to understand the consequences of disobeying my orders," Wu Ming said menacingly.
When his gaze fell on Ye Mujiu, he subconsciously straightened his posture.
This heroic rescue must be carried out perfectly, or I'll lose face big time.
At this moment, Wu Ming was somewhat weak, and his voice was not as confident as before.
Wu Ming's words carried a certain intimidating force. As if they were thinking of something terrifying, the two Saint-level experts sighed slightly, exchanged a glance, and then continued walking forward.
Compared to the ruthless methods of Wu Ming and his forces, they would rather face that seemingly insignificant old man, because that way, they would at least have a chance of survival.
But then, the person who had been walking in a triangular formation suddenly stopped, his expression changing instantly. Under Wu Ming's almost fiery gaze, he tentatively asked, "Are you perhaps the venerable Master Wang Xu, the Crouching Dragon Hermit..."
The moment these words left his mouth, the other person also stopped in his tracks, his gaze falling on the disheveled old man. After scrutinizing him closely, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
He instinctively took a step back.
He swallowed hard.
The old man smiled and looked at the person who had spoken earlier, somewhat surprised.
Suddenly, he felt a little uncomfortable in his nose and frowned.
These casual little movements were seen as a sign of great danger by the two Saint-level warriors. They seemed unable to withstand the immense pressure and, with a thud, they both knelt down in the end.
Forehead……
That's really awkward.
But what happened next was even more awkward.
Hatch~
The old man sneezed.
After sneezing, he casually wiped his nose with his sleeve. When he looked up, he saw the two men kneeling on the ground. He asked curiously, "What are you doing? I'm not dead yet. Isn't it too early for you to kneel?"
A very serious statement.
Upon hearing this, the expressions on their faces changed several times.
They were on edge, thinking that Wang Xu would attack them at this moment. Although it was a bit embarrassing, at least they had saved their lives.
Like that guy from earlier, the grass on his grave must be three meters tall by now.
Wu Ming was still in shock.
The legendary Crouching Dragon Hermit suddenly appeared in his eyes.
This was a man who led an era.
Legend has it that his cultivation level had already reached its peak, and he could kill a Saint King as easily as killing an ant, which was terrifying.
he……
What did I do...?
Instantly, cold sweat broke out on my brow.
He chuckled awkwardly; at this moment, he was no less relaxed than the two saintly warriors protecting him.
It seems he has offended this hermit, Wolong Jushi.
Even if he were killed right now, his father would not blame Wang Xu for it.
"Um... sir, I..."
He was speaking, but he had only gotten halfway through his sentence when his legs went weak, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud.
"Oh dear, I told you not to kneel, not to kneel, why won't you listen?"
The old man appeared helpless, but in reality, he was beaming with joy.
"Are you really the recluse Wang Xu, the Hermit of Wolong?"
Seeing that the old man was very amiable, Wu Ming seemed to have forgotten the previous conflict. After getting up, he stood next to the old man and said with a smile.
If an outsider didn't know better, they might think Wu Ming was the old man's grandson.
However, the old man didn't give him a friendly look either. He snorted and said, "Don't block my way. I have things to do. You, little girl, hurry up and take me to find Zhou Mu."
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