Splash!
Splash!
Two figures were slapped back into the hall by the Xuanhuang giant hand, rolling on the smooth, bright floor like helpless gourds.
Lian Buwei struggled to sit up, only to uncontrollably spit out a mouthful of blood.
Thud!
He stared incredulously at the figure standing like a mountain at the hall's entrance.
"Who are you, daring to attack us?"
Deng Taiyue turned a deaf ear, only looking at Luo Chen, as if waiting for him to give a response.
In this sudden turn of events, quick as a hare, hawk-like, everyone was caught off guard.
Almost at the instant Luo Chen uttered "Tianyuan Daoist Sect," Lian Buwei and Shi Chuanting realized something was wrong and instinctively rushed outside.
They knew clearly, with Luo Chen so brazenly speaking such words, he was absolutely unlikely to leak the news before striking—let alone allow them to leave alive.
Yet someone was faster than them!
