"Who dares to blast a mountain here, disturbing our cultivation!"
The booming shout, like a clap of thunder on a clear day, echoed through the desolate valley.
As soon as the voice had fallen, two figures were seen shooting toward them like arrows from a bowstring.
The speed of these two was simply not something ordinary people could possess.
Even the world's fastest runner would be far inferior.
Those two figures, in just over ten seconds, had reached Lin Tian and Wu Yan.
The two who appeared, a man and a woman, looked to be between thirty and forty years old.
The man dressed like a person from the ancient times, in a gray robe, his long hair tied high, with a face like a chiseled square, and an expression that was commanding without anger.
And at the moment, he was glaring at Lin Tian and Wu Yan, his face full of murderous intent.