Escaping

The hall fell silent.

The others did not feel much about Zhou Zhengli being ambushed.

But Old Man Chang, the Mountain Ghost Mask man, Lin Fei, and the two dwarves sitting beside Luo Yan suddenly turned to look at him.

After all, he was currently wearing Zhou Zhengli's Smiling Face Mask.

The next second.

They saw a swish as a golden, wide-sleeved ancient robe appeared over Luo Yan's cloak. A sun pattern adorned its back.

The Blazing Sun Robe!

The moment the robe appeared, the temperature around them soared.

Luo Yan pressed down on the table with one hand. The fairly sturdy nanmu table instantly shattered, along with the teacups, porcelain bowls, and other objects on it, exploding into countless fragments.

Carrying the scorching heat and Primal Energy of the Blazing Sun Scripture, the fragments shot toward everyone around him like locusts or raindrops.

Old Man Chang, the Mountain Ghost Mask man, Lin Fei, and the dwarf brothers.

Not one of them was spared.

They all grunted or cried out in alarm.

Old Man Chang magically removed the patch-covered, gaudily colored cloak from his body. With a hard swing, he scooped all the fragments flying toward him into the cloak.

Then he shook it once. The cloak fell limp, while the fragments appeared in an empty corner some distance away and clattered onto the floor. No one knew how he had done it.

The Mountain Ghost Mask man hurriedly drew his blade. Blade light cleaved out from beneath his cloak. His swordsmanship was plain and concise; with each slash, he shattered the incoming fragments.

Lin Fei moved as if she were dancing, her slender waist twisting. She actually found gaps among the countless fragments and emerged unharmed, though the fragments had torn her clothes, revealing the fair skin beneath.

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