Luoyang Spell Duel

Crack!

Lu San suddenly stopped his Nuo Dance.

He looked toward the entrance to the cellar, his ears twitching slightly. Not a trace of emotion showed on his face.

Lu San had always been cautious.

When he first met Li Yan, he had already thought out his escape route, using a paper kite to leap straight down the mountain.

In Guanzhong, he had shouldered every charge. So many people—from the imperial Commandery Commandant Office to the local underworld bosses—had searched for and besieged him, yet they had not even been able to find a trace of him. That alone showed how capable Lu San was.

Under such circumstances, how could he have made no arrangements?

What surprised him was that the attacker outside had used some kind of technique to evade the rats' detection.

In the blink of an eye, the wooden-ball bomb's rumbling roll and the fuse's hissing burn grew louder and louder in his ears.

Lu San did not panic in the slightest. He brushed a hand over his waist, and an iron spike appeared in his hand.

The club and iron spike were both his usual weapons, already under his effortless control.

Lu San tossed the iron spike lightly. It flipped in midair and turned around, after which he gripped its sharp end and hurled it with sudden force.

Whoosh!

The iron spike shrieked through the air.

The passage leading into the cellar was a slope.

The instant the wooden-ball bomb rolled into the cellar, it was knocked away.

Lu San's strength was astonishing. After bouncing out of the passage, the wooden ball actually flew seven or eight meters into the air.

At the same time, the fuse burned to its end.

The Dongying monk's pupils contracted. He rolled away and took cover behind the wall.

Boom!