Crackle!
The flood-dragon-like bolt slammed into the yellow shield, instantly tearing it to pieces. Fatty Wei turned pale from the shock and staggered backward.
"Attack together! Kill him!"
Killing intent flared from Zhang Tao and the others. They unleashed their various methods, sending out flying swords, throwing magic artifacts, or casting sorcery, all attacking the Yellow-Robed Middle-Aged Man at once.
The squad of Immortal Officials guarding the Southern Front numbered thirteen in total. Even counting Hong Yuan, only four were at the seventh Qi Refining layer; the rest were merely at the early or middle stages.
As a cultivator at the ninth layer of Qi Refining, the Yellow-Robed Middle-Aged Man possessed far deeper magical power than anyone present. He grasped with his large hand, turning an arc of lightning into a spear that shot out and instantly knocked aside Zhang Tao's flying sword. Then he struck with his palm again. Fierce winds cut like knives, and amid a succession of hissing sounds, three low-level cultivators felt a chill across their faces. Before they could dodge, their heads flew into the sky.
"Anyone who blocks me dies!" Killing intent seethed across the Yellow-Robed Middle-Aged Man's face, but anxiety flickered in his eyes. He had no desire to linger in battle; he only wanted to break out of the encirclement and flee far away.
The Goldstone Sect was merely an inconspicuous minor sect in the Cultivation World, yet Great Zhao had dispatched three Gold Seal Immortal Officials to deal with them. Even the protective formation on which the sect had pinned its hopes had accomplished little. Shen Chen and the others had swiftly torn an opening through it.
The Yellow-Robed Middle-Aged Man made his decision at once and fled, forcing his way toward an escape route. He had no intention of being