There was no method to it, all that mattered was speed.
And that relentless strength.
Dongfang Yu was instantly dumbfounded.
For so many years, he had the wind in his sails, always in a cozy and superior position.
And in this age, sects became increasingly scarce.
The few that remained had already moved to faraway places.
Thus, there was hardly any chance for encounters between them.
So, Dongfang Yu might have been above others in other respects.
But when it came to combat prowess, he certainly did not measure up.
The situation at hand was the best proof.
It was when that dark shadow had knocked him down, fists landing on his face and body.
Several other people also pounced like cheetahs.
The speed of these people was extremely fast.
Their attacks were both ruthless and precise.
Without the slightest hesitation.
No dragging their feet either.
One could tell that they were honed through blood and storm.
And all of this took place in the blink of an eye.
