Yu Canghai was the first to leap out; how could his Qingcheng disciples not be humiliated by having to throw away their swords and return empty-handed? It was a shame beyond measure.
However, with the arrow on the string, he had no choice but to shoot.
"Renjie!" Yu Canghai shouted loudly.
Luo Renjie was the fourth prodigy of Qingcheng, and upon hearing his master's command, he walked out lightly with small steps.
Seeing his demeanor, Zhao Rong knew exactly what was happening.
"The Four Prodigies of Qingcheng, come at me together."
Hearing Zhao Rong's words, Yu Canghai gave a meaningful glance to the other three disciples.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Three figures leapt out from the crowd.
The people from the Orthodox Sects all showed a hint of surprise, for although the Four Prodigies were merely Yu Canghai's disciples, their movements were incredibly fast.
For a moment, no one dared to underestimate these four.