This Damn Door Could Actually Reflect Damage

The person inside reacted absurdly fast.

The moment Bai Zhu finished speaking, a flick of his sleeve made the blue crystal shard vanish without a trace.

The next second, he turned and ran.

Without a single word.

Bai Zhu stared at his sleeve, veins immediately bulging on his forehead.

"You broke into my Collection Room to steal my antiques, and you're stuffing them into your pocket right in front of me?"

Ryujin Jakka's tip lowered.

Firelight shot forward along the black stone floor. It didn't spread out, instead compressing into a thin line that chased after the man's heels.

The man was fast.

He darted through a row of stone cases, every step seeming rehearsed in advance as he avoided every raised pattern in the floor.

Bai Zhu saw through it after only two steps.

This wasn't panicked flight.

He had definitely memorized the route before coming here.

"You even made a guide?"

Bai Zhu grew even angrier.

"You people from the Specialist Association really cover a wide range of services, huh? You scout things out before stealing them too!"

The man ahead still didn't look back.

With a flick of Bai Zhu's wrist, the line of fire curled to the side and directly blocked his path.

The man's steps halted. His body nearly slid against a stone case as a thin black chip flew from his sleeve.

The chip landed and sprang open with a snap.

The blue patterns on the floor flashed.

The black stone tile beneath Bai Zhu's feet suddenly sank half an inch.

"Hm?"

He had just raised his sword when the heavy grinding of gears sounded above him.

Click.

Click, click.

The blue patterns on both walls of the Collection Room began converging toward the center.

The beam overhead cracked apart, and an enormous Black