The roof soon crumbled, with a heavy downpour of broken tiles and splinters.
On the other side, Xu Qing directly threw out poison smoke and launched a fusillade of poison needles, seizing the chaos to effortlessly fight his way out from another flank.
"No wonder it's said that heroes commit offenses with their martial prowess. My kung fu hasn't reached the level of King Lin, and yet I can already kill my way in and out among a group of martial artists. To further Refine Internal, and even more terrifying realms, their strength is truly hard to imagine." He had read some books about wandering heroes before, which said that martial artists must not suffer humiliation, and at this time he especially understood.
With such formidable skills, one truly does not wish to suffer indignities.
Thus, peerless warriors in history have always been difficult to subdue.
