The onlookers only saw two figures traversing the mountain cliff as if it were flat ground, covering a hundred meters in the blink of an eye. Judging by their speed, Yang Wen, the Martial Arts Grandmaster in white, appeared to be slightly faster, but Yang Wu was not far behind.
"Are they planning to fly over?" Guan Feifei murmured, stunned. To avoid provoking the kidnappers, Zhou Dalong had deliberately chosen this mountain peak, which was a full kilometer from Mount Zoujiao. How could people possibly fly? A kilometer is one thing, but even a few dozen meters should be impossible, right?
"Haha, young Guan, that's where you're mistaken," Zhou Dalong chuckled. "These two are renowned Martial Arts Grandmasters in the Martial Arts World. Their strength is beyond what we ordinary people can possibly imagine."
With two Grandmasters like the Yang Brothers on the case, the hostages would surely be saved.
