Goodness, it's really true that birds of a feather, they all have talent!
Lu Zheng only felt his horizons broadened; if he hadn't been living here for so long, he might have thought he'd entered some special kind of script.
"Who are they?" Deng Yu looked at Zhu Xiulan with shock in his eyes, "You, why would you..."
Seeing only the short-bearded man, Deng Yu, Yang Rongrong, and four unknown individuals at the scene, Zhu Xiulan hardened her gaze and waved her hand, saying, "Quick and decisive, leave no one alive!"
"Swish, swish, swish!"
The short-bearded man reacted the quickest and turned to flee, only to see a masked figure already by his side as soon as he turned his head.
The short-bearded man's pupils shrank, and his palms suddenly grew larger, striking backward.
"Boom!"
Their palms collided, and although the masked figure was forced back three steps, the short-bearded man retreated even more, moving directly out of the woods and to the edge of the pond.
