Old Predecessor Yu was now gripped by both shock and dread. He hadn't expected these men to return after leaving, nor that they would resort to poisoning and ambush. What on earth had he obtained from Old Predecessor Zeng? That it had drawn such relentless pursuers?
"Gah!"
Unable to dodge in time, his shoulder was slashed. Blood seeped out instantly as he stumbled backward.
Thud!
A fierce palm strike sent Old Predecessor Guo flying into the stone wall. He rolled to the ground, coughing up blood as his vital energy weakened noticeably.
"Cough cough!"
As Old Predecessor Guo braced against the wall to rise, the two attackers closed in. With no escape, he braced for the inevitable strike—only to hear a furious roar. A blur of movement swept past, snatching him away to safety.
"Sacred Beast?"
The three attackers narrowed their eyes, staring in surprise at the lion that had suddenly darted out.
