In a flurry of motion, Bai Ye had the four strong men in a bind. Ji Fu could not believe his eyes, the girl was beside him just moments ago.
Like a flash of lightning…
Splatters…
Red splatters…
Blood gushed from the knees and ankles of the four men, followed by a series of thuds…
The four tough-looking men fell to the ground and knelt before Ji Fu. There were no exceptions, even the two ninth-ranked practitioners fell to their knees.
The crowd was silent. What an unexpected turn of events!
Most of the spectators did not comprehend what just happened. All they saw was the end result, four tough men crumpled on the ground.
"Wha— What just happened?"
"Did someone make a move?"
"It must be the old man. Is he a Mystic Warrior?"
"Whoa…"
All eyes fell onto Ji Fu, who looked equally confused.
The onlookers might not have seen what truly happened but Ji Fu had a clearer view.
