"Rumble." A deep roar echoed, it sounded like the sound of faraway thunder.
This palm was fast and vicious, its formidable power a shock to many.
"Dong…" As if a bronze bell had rung, the Pu-named middle-aged man took a step back, his expression unchanging.
A middle-aged man stepped out of the shadows, he looked like an honest peasant with his long face, it seemed like he had lived a difficult life and had many troubles and worries that left him with a perpetual scowl, one could feel his sorrow just by looking at him.
He was an Amethyst Mountain's disciple, Zhao Jiang.
Zhu Tianhua came beside Zhao Jiang and whispered, "Senior Zhao, look out for that fella, he's cunning!"
Zhao Jiang nodded. "He looks flighty but is actually a crafty one, I know, I saw him."
A serious look crept onto Xiao Sun's handsome face as he asked rudely, "Are you a disciple of Amethyst Mountain?"
Zhao Jiang nodded. "Yes."