Chapter 655: They've Arrived, No Chance to Leave

The white-robed disciple's words had just left his mouth when a vigilant expression spread across his face, noticing someone approaching. Murphy, however, seemed less concerned, speculating, "Probably those lost hikers again. Let's go and ask them to leave." Nodding, the white-robed disciple joined Murphy in approaching the group of people. As they drew near, the white-robed disciple and Murphy exchanged a glance, mutually understanding that these were no ordinary individuals—they were martial artists! "Who are you, and what brings you here?" the white-robed disciple asked sternly. An elderly man with an ugly appearance raised his eyes, shot a cold glance at the white-robed disciple, and then waved his right hand. "Boom!" A muffled sound echoed, and the white-robed disciple was sent flying, coughing up blood. Murphy shouted, ready to attack the ugly old man. However, before Murphy could unleash his attack, he, too, spat blood and was thrown backward, crashing heavily to the gro