"Xiong Ba!"
"Xiong Ba!?"
Upon seeing the figure clad in a deep purple dragon robe appear atop the hall, with a domineering presence as if protected by nine dragons, Song Yuanqiao and the other Wudang heroes simultaneously changed their expressions. None of them had expected someone of such noble status and cautious nature to intrude upon Wudang at night.
Xiong Ba didn't spare a glance at the Wudang heroes, his dragon eyes piercingly bright even in the dark, locked directly onto Zhang Sanfeng below, who also turned to gaze at him.
Their eyes met, seemingly sparking with electricity as their spirits engaged in a lightning-fast probing test.
In an instant, Xiong Ba's pupils slightly contracted, feeling as if his spirit had been drawn into an unfathomable vortex, unable to attack or probe, like a clay ox entering the sea without a trace, unless he continued to increase his spiritual probing, otherwise, there would be no result.
