"Finish them off in one move, right now."
Lin Qingluo's delicate, thread-like voice clearly entered Shitou's ears.
"Great."
Shitou, invigorated by the order from his little master, charged forward like a bolt of lightning and swung his fists three times with all his might.
"Bang, bang, bang."
Three blue-clad disciples were sent flying in succession, crashing down in a brittle and staggered manner.
"Hahaha, I'm outta here, you can't catch me!"
Shitou made a face at the three of them, took out a Teleportation Talisman from his Storage Ring and slapped it on his leg. It was as if he had wheels of fire on his feet, and he ran away like the wind.
"Cough, cough, you little brat, don't run!"
The three blue-clad disciples suffered setbacks one after another, feeling anguished down to their hearts, lungs, and livers. By the time they got up in a sorry state, Shitou was long gone.
"Whoosh."