Within three breaths, five people had arrived.
The three middle-aged men were at the front, and the two young men at the back were the same age as Su Yu.
The boy covered in mud ran behind the three teachers, clutching his arms. He pointed at Su Yu and the others and said aggrievedly, “Teacher, they were the ones who attacked me.”
Su Yu stared at the boy indifferently. After he wiped the mud off his face, he could tell that he was about ten years old.
He was really ten years old, not his appearance.
What was surprising was that his cultivation was at the early stage of the fish-dragon realm!
Su Yu did not care about his cultivation, but this cultivation was really abnormal, right?
No matter how powerful a proud son of heaven was, in a dozen years’time, he would at most become an emperor.
The boy in front of him should not be an ordinary creature, right?
Looking at his arm, Su Yu seemed to have understood something.
