Including Lin Jue, the Lin family dispatched a total of eight Martial Artists.
The auras of these eight were formidable; not a single one was weak.
The youth walking just one step behind Lin Jue was especially noteworthy. He strode like a dragon and pounced like a tiger; with each step, the fallen leaves on the ground were whipped up by air currents, many of them torn to shreds. A rumbling like bells and drums echoed from within his body, and the sheer vitality of his blood and qi was astonishing.
"Lin Jue, stop." The youth spoke casually, yet the leaves stirred by his steps suddenly met a turbulent force and instantly turned to dust!
Every move this youth made was terrifying beyond measure!
Hearing him, Lin Jue quickly stopped, turned around, and said with a broad smile, "Brother Feng, what are your instructions?"
His surname was Chi, which meant this youth was not from the Lin family. It was baffling why Lin Jue would be so respectful to him.
