The two figures hurtling in behind Huang Tian were Nie Kun and Tie Qi.
Nie Kun bounded like an ape, landing beside Huang Tian in a single thunderous leap. He exhaled with a shout, true qi surging around him and whipping his robes as he thrust both palms forward.
Boom!!
A sound like a surging river rose up. True qi billowed like a vast sea, its immense force forming a wall that bore down on the tall Steward Wu.
Tie Qi rushed to Huang Tian's side, and a soft golden light burst across his body.
Humm~~
A deep note rang out, as though the great bell of an ancient temple had been struck. Visible ripples spread through the air. As the bell tolled, a pale golden bell appeared around him, shielding him firmly from the attackers.
The two sides were about to collide. Faced with a murderous tide, Huang Tian finally moved—but he neither retreated nor blocked. He did not even raise a hand.
Instead, he drew a deep, deep breath!
Inhale~~~
The sound of his breath reached everyone's ears.
For that instant, it drowned out the explosions of qi, the hiss of blades through the air, and everyone's roars. Unease stirred in Zhang Yu and the others.
As he flew through the air, Zhang Yu saw Huang Tian's chest rising and falling in a strange rhythm.
That breath seemed to draw in more than air. Huang Tian appeared to swallow the light and sound in the alley, the killing intent filling it, even the ripples from the blasts of true qi!
For a moment, Zhang Yu felt an invisible vortex form around Huang Tian. The hazy glow of the setting sun warped violently beside him, then collapsed inward.
Time seemed to stretch without end, almost coming to a halt.