On the edge of Black Mountain Ridge, everyone from Falling Spirit Gate and Youlan Sect was stunned.
A single punch, a single sword strike, and a mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator was sent reeling back, injured.
What kind of might and method was this?
Many who watched Lin Tian's every move, his fists like mountains and his sword like rainbows, making the mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator retreat in a wretched state with severe injuries, could only express their shock at this moment with awe.
"Run!"
Knowing how terrifying Lin Tian was, Shi Meng snapped out of his horror at that moment, with only one thought in his mind: to flee despite his injuries, he turned and sprinted away.
The other two young Asura Sect disciples, seeing this, dared not to stay any longer, their expressions changed, and they turned and fled.
"Still want to run?"
Lin Tian sneered, stepping out with Shadow Step, his entire being flashing like a stream of light, chasing after Shi Meng.