He crashed heavily into a shop on the street side.
Knocking a big hole in the wall.
"Blood Gu Sect Deacon," the assailant did not hide his identity, but proclaimed it openly.
This was a middle-aged man of average build, with a faint movement of mana on his skin, and the aura he exuded was extraordinarily impressive.
He paid no mind to the Big Monk who had smashed into the shop and calmly turned his head to look at the One-armed Daoist beside him.
On an unremarkable face hung a trace of cruel, fierce smile, "Why do you people love to meddle so much?"
"Blood Gu Sect... Deacon!" the One-armed Daoist quickly backed away, his right hand unknowingly clutching a stack of talismans.
His face was marked with grave seriousness, "I didn't expect us two outsiders to draw the attention of someone like you."
