I'm your father!
Pfft, Pfft!
Wang Chen would never have such a crooked and cracked grandson.
He just didn't expect that sitting quietly and eating melons would result in the melon falling on his own head.
"You, worthy to ask the Superior's name?"
Before Wang Chen had a chance to respond, a deep voice suddenly entered everyone's ears!
"Who?!"
The five Wandering Martial Artists of the Crippled Heaven and Lacking Earth were suddenly pale with shock and turned around in unison to look behind them.
Because the voice came from right behind them.
And it sounded so close at hand.
For people with their level of cultivation to have someone approach so close without the slightest awareness was genuinely terrifying!
Clang!
In the instant that the five Wandering Martial Artists turned around, a glittering sword light instantly sliced through the heavy curtain of rain.
It swept past their necks.