When they saw the scene of the quadruplet brothers spitting blood in the air, their faces instantly fell into a dazed state. The quadruplet brothers, relying on the Four-Colored Divine Fist, were invincible in the Blood Wolf Mountain Range. Anyone who stood in their way would be vanquished. But now, they had lost, and lost to a young man.
"The young people nowadays are truly terrifying!"
An old martial artist in a gray robe shook his head with a bitter smile, sighing in his heart that this was indeed the era of young people, and they were completely old.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
At the moment the middle-aged man in red was injured, how could Chu Ming let go of such a good opportunity? His fingers quickly flicked and stretched, and four sword lights burst out, shooting straight at the four. The air exploded wherever they passed.
"Run!!"
