1943. Splitting

The four experts remained speechless in front of Noah's arrogant statement. They were beings in the liquid stage, the second-last step before the peak of the cultivation journey, but they felt like training dummies when he treated them like that.

"Why would we even divide ourselves?" The same cultivator from before asked. "We only need a wave of our hands to take care of all of you."

The cultivator appeared old. A long white beard came out of his chin, thick white eyebrows stood above his half-closed eyes, but no hair grew from his head. The expert had a hunched back, but he seemed full of life.

"You can't kill us in one attack," Noah announced while pointing at the lake, "And we will destroy it before you can catch us."

"Such arrogant remarks from a puny rank-," The old cultivator began to say, but Noah forced him to fall silent with a simple wave of his hand.