Over a hundred figures whooshed through the air, their arrival imminent and their momentum heaven-shaking! Such a display was by no means small.
As the opportunists scattered, Luo Xiu and his party were exposed.
Then, figures descended from the sky, enclosing Luo Xiu and his companions in a tight circle.
Leading them were two elders with white hair yet robust spirits. One wore a sword robe and the other a silver robe. Simply standing there, they resembled two insurmountable mountains.
"Among you, who is Asura?"
Into the silence, the elder in the sword robe spoke. His seemingly gentle and peaceful tone contained an endless rage, making one feel as if they were standing on a mountain of corpses amidst a sea of blood.
Lao Ba coughed lightly twice, then suddenly nudged Master Ping with his backside, sending him staggering forward.
"This fatso here is Asura! He's so damn arrogant, even I, Lao Ba, can't keep him in line. You lot, hurry up and get him!"
