"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
On the top of Kunlun Mountain, the snow that never melts all year round was lifted dozens of feet high by the violent air waves, like a sudden avalanche.
Three white-haired old men in gray robes flew upside down like kites with broken strings, and hit the hard ice rock hard, spurting out a mouthful of blood. If any one of these three people were exposed to the outside world, they would all be great masters whose stomping could make the Chinese martial arts world quake. But at this moment, they were slumped on the ground like dead dogs, looking at the tall figure in front of them with horror.
In the wind and snow, a young man wearing shabby single clothes slowly retracted his fist. He had sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and his skin showed a sickly pale color that had not been exposed to sunlight all year round, but his eyes were frighteningly bright, like a ferocious beast dormant in the abyss.
"Three old clappers, you can't even catch my one move of 'Dragon Town and Eight Wastelands'. Are you feeding all the food in Kunlun Mountain to the dogs?" The young man tugged at his collar and spit out a mouthful of hot white mist, his tone full of disinterest.
"You brat! Why the hell can't you respect your elders and love your younger ones? I really want to tear this old bone apart!"
