"Kid, your Qinggong isn't bad," the masked man's voice was quite ordinary, and he spoke in a relaxed tone, "but your Sword Skill needs some work..."
Whoosh—
Before his words had finished, a Prajnaparamita Palm from Chunkong had already come tearing through the air from another direction.
"Little Master... your palm strike was a bit too 'merciful'," said the masked man, calmly and with a laugh, as he pushed Liuu Yikong away with his left palm and countered Chunkong's palm force with his right.
And so, Chunkong was sent flying too...
In the blink of an eye, these four "young heroes" were thrown into disarray by the masked man, each left with their vital energies in turmoil due to his profound Inner Strength, unable to even stand up for a while.
"I'm in a good mood today, not in the mood for random killing," the masked man glanced at them and said, "Rest assured, after I take what I need, I'll leave immediately."
With that, he entered the house.