But the scene in the hall was completely different from before. Dozens of Xishui Alliance disciples stood neatly in the center of the room.
Each wore white gloves and swayed their hands to the hypnotic music coming from a Soul Tool loudspeaker.
Their movements were not as synchronized as those at the Holy Spirit Cult's headquarters, but the way they twisted along with the beat made it obvious they had been practicing for days.
Boom!
The doors to the underground venue exploded under a blast of flames. Wood splinters and sparks scattered in every direction as thick smoke and scorching air surged into the hall.
A red figure charged in first. Her Flame Dragon Armor glimmered dark red beneath the dim lights, while the dragon-head core on her chest burned with a steady flame.
It was Ju Zi.
Lin Ye followed close behind, gliding through the blasted doorway atop the Wind Fire Wheels. The two rings of fire beneath his feet left a trail of charred marks across the stone floor.
At the rear, Ghost Nana held a silver-red short blade.
It was the seventh-grade Soul Tool Lin Ye had upgraded for her, the Light Spirit Crimson Flame Blade. Faint flame patterns flowed across its edge.
The three blazing figures stood in a line, illuminating the cold, dark venue.
Before the disciples still swaying their hands could even react, Ju Zi sent several of them flying with a single palm strike. Most of the rest were knocked to the ground by the shockwave.
Ju Zi swept her gaze over the disciples lying helplessly on the floor, still wearing their white gloves, and snickered. "That dance of theirs is seriously hypnotic."
Looking at the white gloves scattered everywhere and the Soul Tool loudspeaker still playing its beat-driven music, Lin Ye's mouth