After nodding to Zhang Xian, the speed of Blood Soul suddenly increased as he lunged toward the middle-aged men above.
The leader, who had already experienced the ferocity of Blood Soul, nearly panicked and ran uphill, tumbling and scrambling as he went.
The rest hadn't fought against Blood Soul before, so they were not as afraid and dared to charge forward.
"Smack, smack, smack…"
Blood Soul seemed quite annoyed with the leader. After a few slaps sent the charging middle-aged men flying, he chased up to the fleeing leader and gave him a good beating, continuously slapping his face.
With a smack after another, the leader's face quickly swelled up, turning him into a human pig head.
"Stop, you young man..."
At this moment, numerous figures rushed down from above.
Leading the group were two elderly men, both with white hair and strikingly similar appearances.
"Innate practitioners?"
