The disciples of the Yanzi Sect never expected that Lin Xia's skills would surpass even Brother Qin's.
The five or six disciples who could still move took two steps back, their faces full of astonishment.
Lin Xia, with a harmless expression, laughed at them and said, "Have you guys ever played whack-a-mole?"
Before the disciples could react, she pointed her finger at a wooden stick on the ground, and it flew back to smash down on those disciples.
Bam, bam, bam.
A series of dull thuds echoed along with cries of pain, and the young men who could still move held their heads and tried to dodge like moles.
But no matter how they dodged, the wooden stick, as if it had eyes, hit them precisely on the head.
In the blink of an eye, the five or six men were all knocked to the ground by Lin Xia.
She clapped her little hands, snapped her fingers, and said, "All done, mission accomplished!"
