Then two massive fists swung directly towards Zhu Bufan's head and chest.
Just as the two massive fists were about to hit Zhu Bufan, he moved. He pressed one foot against the large table, and the stool he was sitting on quickly skidded backward.
Just as Zhu Bufan retreated, the two burly men's fists also smashed down onto where Zhu Bufan had just been.
As a result, the two burly men punched the air.
The timing was perfect; Zhu Bufan retreated just as the fists of the burly men reached him.
"Heh, who would have thought you're quite the expert, young man?" Long Na's father picked up the teacup beside him, took a sip, and then spoke.
Although Zhu Bufan had learned about the divisions within realms from Mi Tao, at this moment, he still couldn't discern the realms of Long Na's father and the two burly men.
But he could sense that the spiritual power fluctuations of these three individuals were not as intense as the cloaked man or the withered old man, so he was not afraid.
