This stone was not big, but when it flew through the air, it was like a cannonball that brought with it a terrifying tide. It shot toward the yellow-robed monk.
The monk only had time to raise his hand to block it. Then, he let out a miserable cry because his palm had been blasted through. A small hole had been blasted through by that small stone. It was almost as terrifying as a cannonball.
"Who did that?!"
The yellow-robed monk could not care less about the wound on his hand as he hurriedly looked in the direction the stone had just flown out from. He saw that it was a young man with a large sword on his back. His expression became ferocious because he instantly recognized this young man.
In fact, The Outlaws had come here to surround and intercept those who had the Heaven's Pride Invites. Of course, they naturally knew of those who were holding onto these invitations.
