The explosions continued for a while before the terrifying energy gradually faded, and the light dimmed with it.
The restaurant that had stood there moments ago had become a massive circular crater, with everything reduced to rubble.
More than a dozen figures emerged—it was Fan Lang and the others. Every one of them was unscathed.
This was all thanks to An Zihao.
At the critical moment, he had released a barrier that protected everyone inside and forcibly withstood the blast.
"My senses were right after all. This White Expanse Star Master had no good intentions." With a wave of his hand, An Zihao cleared away the surrounding flames and smoke.
"We have Senior to thank for this. Otherwise, we might have suffered badly. Since they've already made their move, there's no need to be polite. Deal with White Expanse Star the same way we dealt with the Blood Cloak Army!"
Fan Lang's voice was sharp and ruthless. He opened his mouth and spat out all the food he had eaten.
The others did the same, spitting the poisoned food onto the ground.
Whoosh!
A streak of light shot upward. It was the White Expanse Star Master himself. He flew into the air, glared at Fan Lang and the others, and falsely accused them, "These foreign thugs harbor ill intentions and dare attack the main city! All officials, heed my command! Join forces and execute these thugs on the spot!"
The White Expanse Star Master had clearly repaid kindness with enmity, yet he was now turning the tables and claiming that Fan Lang's group harbored ill intentions.
He did this to give himself a justifiable cause and an explanation to the world.
Long before this, the White Expanse Star Master had made all sorts of arrangements. Martial officials from every quarter