Chen Ze's gaze suddenly sharpened, and the aura around him changed abruptly.
His originally modest and gentle bearing vanished in an instant, replaced by an edge as sharp as an unsheathed blade that sent chills down one's spine.
That aura continued to surge, even making the surrounding air hiss, as though it could not withstand such overwhelming pressure.
Elder Liu was delighted at the sight. He had never expected that such a simple probe would truly make the other side reveal his flaw.
He immediately snorted, his face carrying a trace of smugness and savagery as he shouted, "What audacity, causing trouble in Xuantian Hall! Guards, heed my order! Take this man down—dead or alive!"
In an instant, the black-robed guards surged toward Chen Ze like a raging tide, accompanied by waves of shouts and howls.
Spiritual light flickered and intertwined around them. The tips of their spears and blades of their swords reflected a chilling gleam beneath the light, like a glittering sea of death seeking to drown and devour Chen Ze completely.
Chen Ze merely snorted coldly at the sight, remaining calm and unhurried.
His hands moved swiftly through seals like butterflies dancing gracefully.
In the blink of an eye, a rune shield condensed out of thin air.
The rune shield shone brilliantly before him, occasionally giving off a faint dark-blue glow as it firmly protected him within.
At the same time, with a slight stir of his thoughts, large quantities of high-grade spirit stones and formation flags seemed to answer a summons, shooting rapidly in all directions.
One formation after another was being laid out in an orderly fashion.
When the guards saw that their first strike had missed, their offensive grew even fiercer.
Their long spears danced like dragons, weaving an impenetrable net through the air