In the dust cloud created by the explosion where Lingdang originally stood, a starlight-entwined elder also slowly emerged, forming a square formation with the three men pursuing from behind and surrounding him.
The four elders seemed much alike, all with white hair and beard, wearing clothing that resembled both a Taoist robe and an official gown.
"Which Sect are they from?" Zhang Fei Xuan asked.
"How the hell would I know? Aren't they your enemies?" Wang Qizheng rolled his eyes.
Gao Sishu shook his head: "Never seen them before."
It was incredible that not one person recognized a Sect capable of producing four Ninth Stage elders, especially here in the Southern Plains Kingdom, where they had come and gone several times in the past and should have been familiar with the local Sects.
It was inconceivable that they did not know even one of them.
"Who exactly are you!" Zhang Fei Xuan ground his teeth and demanded.
"Demonic Path, even we don't know them."
