A massive force pressed down, and the four men in black clothing and hats carrying the box immediately lost their grip, causing the box to fall to the ground.
The old man, however, shot up into the air, avoiding the four attempts to grapple him.
The people of Longmu Island were momentarily stunned before they each displayed their skills, attacking the airborne figure.
The old man smiled; while in mid-air, he suddenly turned upside down, head down, feet up, responding to attacks from all directions by casually striking back, exchanging blows with each of them.
The disciples of Longmu Island were sent flying backwards in all directions.
The old man used the momentum to land on top of the wall, looking around as he heard the sound of the wind slicing through the air.
Just like a stone causing a thousand waves.
Though it wasn't a stone now, the splashes created were nothing small.
The old man stood on the wall, looking around, clicking his tongue in mock complaint:
