'In another five years… No, perhaps in just two or three years, this boy is going to be a top-class hunter stronger than us!' Xue Rui thought out of the blue.
Then, he noticed that he was sorely mistaken.
There was no need for them to wait for another two or three years. It was now.
Meng Chao's arms disappeared while he was falling.
In reality, they did not disappear. Instead, they turned into hundreds of afterimages from moving too fast. They tore through the air and turned into a gray fog around him.
Countless sparks of cold light shot out from the gray fog.
His killing intent was like bone-chilling, icy spikes. It pierced the three veteran hunters' minds, eyes, and hearts at the same time.
When a powerful gust came charging at their faces, the sound that tore through the air turned into a screech that struck their eardrums.
Meng Chao had not been struck by the fourth pellet.
