The two players from the Holy Land Temple were first shocked and angry, then turned incredulous. "You're threatening us?"
Their raised voices made it sound as if Xu Huo had said something ridiculous.
Indeed, from the temple players' perspective, they held an almost absolute advantage on their own turf. With so few cities and people in the Sub-district, they had complete control over it. The eye symbols and the Dungeon's restrictions meant that players who came here didn't dare openly oppose them. So when Xu Huo said those words, they didn't feel threatened. They only thought the speaker was laughable.
They weren't the only ones. All the players who had come near the main hall because of Xu Huo's words felt the same way.
At least twenty players, both openly and in hiding, watched Xu Huo from all around, sizing up this outsider who clearly didn't know his place.
Xu Huo ignored their stares and turned his wheelchair toward the exit. "Remember what I said."
But the two players at the entrance weren't going to let him leave just like that. They moved to block his wheelchair, but before they could take their places, a command rang out: "Move."
The simple word made them step aside involuntarily. They reacted at once, but they'd already cleared the way. Both looked displeased, and the next moment they signaled the players outside to activate the temple's "eyes."
There were many hidden mechanisms in the temple. Some floor tiles and sections of wall could flip over at the mechanisms' command, revealing concealed patterns. It was unclear whether the "eye" patterns had been specially modified, but they could release several times the usual mental force. The temple players had deliberately avoided these patterns, but now they turned them toward Xu Huo.
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