In the dark of night, an elderly couple carrying hoes suddenly appeared, leaving the twenty-odd Emperor Martial Stage practitioners present stunned.
The leader shouted and asked, "Who are you?"
However, the elderly couple didn't speak; instead, they just grinned and swung their hoes heavily.
When they left, only a field full of corpses remained...
Not long after, an old woman's voice was heard on the street asking, "Old man, should we have held back for now? Little Dominating Soul hasn't exposed us; maybe it's unnecessary for us to reveal ourselves, right? It's not good to make people suspicious."
"Alas, I haven't acted for decades; my hands are itching."
The old man's voice was low: "I'll try to hold back, but one or two times shouldn't be a big deal... but how on earth did Little Dominating Soul manage it? It's as ghostly and elusive as a specter, making us seem useless."
The old woman heard this and fell silent; even they hadn't found Sikong Jing's hundred yet.
