This time, without waiting for the opponent to make a move, Lu Xuan took the initiative, stomping down hard on the ground.
Swish!
A few small pebbles shot out like bullets, attacking the three people opposite him.
In an instant, two muffled sounds were heard.
The heads of the two monks beside the middle-aged man exploded instantly, and their bodies fell to the ground, twitching continuously.
Meanwhile, the middle-aged man extended a hand forward, tightly clutching something in his palm.
A few drops of cold sweat emerged from his forehead as he felt excruciating pain in his hand.
Slowly, the middle-aged man opened his palm, revealing a pool of blood-red viscous substance, mixed with the powder of crushed stones and his own blood.
"Who exactly are you?"
"Profound Bird Guard?"
A chill ran down the middle-aged man's spine, and an inexplicable fear surged within him.
The opponent had injured him with just a pebble.
