The old man was bald, his upper body bare.
His physique was so astonishing that if not for his distinctly aged face, one would find it hard to believe he was an elder.
The elder casually tossed a few small stones in his hand.
Pa...
Suddenly, a small stone was thrown into the air, and the sky-high dust and sand abruptly converged.
The dust, originally formed from splitting countless mountains, was instantly absorbed into the small stone.
"Hmm? Such formidable Stone Dao techniques." Xia Yiming squinted his eyes.
The surrounding dust cleared, revealing a middle-aged man wielding a large saber standing not far from the bald elder.
All around, dozens of martial artists had already surrounded them.
"Who are you people?" Xia Yiming demanded coldly.
Dongfang Wu scolded, "In the western region, you dare to attack members of the Dongfang Family? What audacity!"
The bald elder sneered, casually tossing the small stones.
