C316 Same move

When Wang Qingsong rubbed his fingers together, those few monkey kids didn't pounce on our faces like the ghosts before.

The five monkey kids spat out their killing intent from afar, and in other words, their five killing intents pounced towards Wang Qingsong and me.

I haven't even made a move yet! Wang Qingsong's idle right hand formed a sword finger and pointed it at his forehead