Zhang Xiaofan slowly approached the burly man lying on the ground. Old Ancestor Fengyue suddenly appeared between them, holding a spell in his hand, its power gathered but unreleased.
"We only want the item. Once we get it, we'll leave immediately!" Old Ancestor Fengyue had never intended to fight Zhang Xiaofan and his senior brother. His face grim, he tried to reason with Zhang Xiaofan.
"Do you think I can't take you down? Or do you think you can protect him? Or do you think you'll make it out of here alive?" Zhang Xiaofan asked, his expression blank and his gaze icy.
Old Ancestor Fengyue's eyes narrowed. Startled by the killing intent in Zhang Xiaofan's words, he grew even more furious.
"Hmph! Heh! Hmph! Hahaha!" The burly man slowly climbed to his feet again, laughing viciously as he straightened up. "Boy! You're not old, but you sure have a big mouth!"
When the burly man turned to face Zhang Xiaofan, the same gray-black currents as before coiled around his hands.
"So this is what you're relying on?" Zhang Xiaofan glanced at the burly man's hands, utterly disdainful.
"You'll find out once you've tasted it!" the burly man shouted, charging forward.
A three-colored Taiji Seal abruptly appeared between them, stopping the burly man in his tracks. He repeatedly struck the Taiji Seal in front of him. The force of his blows gradually cracked it, until it finally shattered and dissolved into spiritual energy.
Seeing that he had broken the Taiji Seal, the burly man laughed even more wildly and charged at Zhang Xiaofan at greater speed.
By the time Old Ancestor Fengyue reacted and tried to grab him, he was already too late.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
Hearing the rapid succession of sounds, the burly man halted, his face full of astonishment.