What's more troubling is the sheer number of Medicinal Soldiers—this squad has almost a hundred men. If surrounded, they'd be worn out through sheer fighting.
Qi Jingyun obviously realized this too, so he didn't dare to confront them head-on; instead, he used Qinggong to leave immediately.
Seeing that Gu Qingheng was leaving, Ming Guang naturally wouldn't linger in battle either; he used full force to exchange a palm strike with the opponent. As a result, he retreated three or four steps, while Flame was blown away. Yet the old man didn't even look at the opponent; he turned around to chase Gu Qingheng instead.
By the time Flame steadied himself, the few people originally in the hall had vanished without a trace.
"Go find them!" Flame was so furious, he split the table with a chop, but suddenly clutched his chest. He was actually injured by the opponent's strike. Who exactly was that old man?
Moxie, who had already gotten up, hurriedly led people to search around.
