Lin Dapao had just taken a palm strike, and as his entire body retreated, the remaining four followed like shadows, as if they were phantoms.
The five figures' Gang Qi fluctuated violently, resembling the roars of dragons and tigers. Wherever they passed, sand and stones flew, and the ancient bluestone pavement was instantly crushed into powder with booming sounds.
During the process, hundreds of fierce exchanges occurred, each move having enough lethality to be fatal.
The surrounding people continually retreated to avoid being caught in the crossfire.
Their eyes were clearly filled with shock. Whether it was Lin Dapao or the other four, every move was dazzling and incredibly fast, seemingly like flickers constantly overlapping, comparable to special effects in sci-fi blockbusters worth way more than a few coins, oh no, several zeroes more.
"Lin Dapao, I didn't expect your strength really dropped," said Lin Luandan.
