"Hold on!" Su Xuan suddenly raised his hand just as the two disciples were rapidly closing in.
"Feng Zhengyuan, are you chickening out?" one of them said coldly.
Both of their cultivation levels were extremely close to the Late Stage of Longevity, and if they joined forces against Su Xuan, their odds of victory would be great. Moreover, they had both mastered the Xuanbing Palm. This technique could inflict a negative status—slowed movement—that could directly suppress Su Xuan's agility. They also had a good understanding of "Feng Zhengyuan's" abilities. While his overall level was decent, there was nothing particularly eye-catching about him. In other words, he was quite ordinary in every aspect. But what they did not know was that the Feng Zhengyuan before them was no longer the original one.
"Not at all," Su Xuan waved dismissively and said earnestly. "I just wanted to ask, if I accidentally beat you until you cry, you won't turn around and call for your parents, will you?"
