"Humph!"
Facing the unstoppable Randeng and the Sword Master, the Old Taoist didn't care at all and swept his Dust Brush with a direct motion.
In a flash of lightning, just as the Sword Master and Randeng were about to grab Qin Jun, they were smacked in the face by the Dust Brush. Everything happened too fast for them to react, and the next second, they were sent flying by the white hairs of the Dust Brush.
The Old Taoist moved very fast. With a pull and a retract of his right hand, the Dust Brush swiftly returned to his arm as if he had not made a move at all.
Tathāgata's pupils shrank as he thought to himself, "So fast!"
Qin Jun, who was behind the Old Taoist, only felt a gust of wind coming towards him, instinctively closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, Randeng and the Sword Master had been thrown tens of thousands of meters away, looking quite disheveled.
Boom—
