At that moment, Caiyun noticed something and cried out in surprise, "Young Master, there really is something behind you!"
"Shut up!"
Bu Ersun blushed furiously. "I-I-I... Don't talk nonsense!"
Zhuiyue took a look as well. "Young Master, there's a true qi talisman! It can break the formation!"
"Ah?!"
Sure enough, when Bu Ersun had crawled out, Lin Jiangxian had left him a way out after all. He was the Dean's grandson.
He had secretly hidden a true qi talisman on Bu Ersun's lower back.
Only Lin Jiangxian's own true qi talisman could break his formation.
Lu Chengwen rushed over, sucked the true qi talisman into his hand, and shouted, "Senior Disciple Brother!"
Long Aotian shouted back, "Shoulin! This way!"
Enduring the agonizing pain, Shoulin supported Huo Wenting and charged over without regard for anything else. Everyone immediately swarmed them like bloodthirsty sharks, surrounding, pursuing, and intercepting them.
The Strategist shouted, "Don't let her escape! Kill her! Kill her!"
Lu Chengwen kicked him in the face, then swung his staff with a whoosh, smashing down a man in midair who had been about to unleash hidden weapons.
He charged straight ahead and knocked another man over.
Getting back up, he shouted, "Ritian!"
Zhao Ritian had truly been doing whatever he pleased.
Everyone else had been fighting their way toward the edge, thinking about how to break the formation and get Huo Wenting out. Zhao Ritian, damn it, had charged inward.
The key was... even one-on-one, no one could beat him. Even if they could, they did not want to fight him. He was not worth anything!
Their goal was to assassinate Huo Wenting, not some idiotic fool like him.
So Zhao Ritian had been reigning supreme inside, beating up whoever he caught.
At Lu Chengwen's shout, he looked back and suddenly