But immediately, an even more shocking scene occurred. Lei Wanshan's burly figure was actually sent flying by the other party's sword, slamming heavily into the wall. He clutched his chest, his face deathly pale, and a wisp of blood seeped out from the corner of his mouth.
An old man appeared in front of him. He had a white beard and a white head. He looked ordinary, but his arms were extremely long, almost reaching his knees. The sword that had already returned to his back was clearly much longer than an ordinary sword as it exuded an irrepressible aura.
Another man also appeared. He was thin, small, and old about over seventy years old. The wrinkles on his face were as wavy and uneven as the ridges of Huifeng Ridge. The fingers on his hands were dry and black as if they had been soaked in ink. As he walked, his fingers were still shaking non-stop as if it was constantly being blown by bursts of air.
