Lan Yu'er and the others were completely unprepared, each of them was sent flying by the shockwaves that spread out.
Lan Yu'er was alright, the strongest in cultivation level, only turning slightly pale.
The others were not so fortunate, each coughing up blood, trembling nonstop, their chests extremely suffocated.
"Luo Tianyu!"
Ling Xiao remembered this person, one of the martial artists Wu Xiang had introduced before, seemingly from the Heavenly King Sect, adept in lightweight body technique, ranked sixtieth in the last Martial Arts Festival.
"Well, well, I didn't expect you to actually recognize me, how rare indeed."
Luo Tianyu squinted at Ling Xiao and said, "Kid, you've got some strength to block one of my strikes with fifty percent of my power. The others are just too trashy."
"A good dog doesn't stand in the way, you're blocking us and attacking us, don't tell me it's just a coincidence?"
Ling Xiao's death list had just gotten longer.
