Wu De's cultivation level was on par with the middle-aged man's, but his True Yuan was a bit more pure and condensed, giving him a slight edge in strength. As their fists and palms collided, Wu De's figure swayed a little, while the middle-aged man stepped back half a step.
"To think you can block the path of Taoist Master with just this level of ability? You're overestimating yourself!"
Wu De laughed "haha," and his laughter was full of scorn.
"One can't stop you, but what about two?"
Seeing the middle-aged man unable to withstand Wu De, the middle-aged woman standing behind him grew cold in expression, stepped forward, and stood shoulder to shoulder with the man, speaking in a frosty voice.
"What about two? Come on, come at me together, so Taoist Master won't have the trouble of dealing with you one by one!"
