Zhang Yuan turned, shedding his First God Cult Black Robe and taking on the appearance of a white-robed swordsman.
He looked at the furious Deng Qiuzhi, then at the gazes of Wenren Shangzhi, Deng Fuchuan, Lu Danyan, and the others in the distance.
Zhang Yuan remained calm. Even under the scrutiny of several cultivators at Celestial Person Perfection, he betrayed not the slightest panic or bewilderment. He said evenly:
"It certainly has been a while, Deng Qiuzhi."
Deng Qiuzhi's expression was dark. With no intention whatsoever of exchanging pleasantries with Zhang Yuan, he tapped his cane against the ground.
The ground cracked inch by inch, and an invisible force traveled underground, striking toward Zhang Yuan in the pavilion.
The entire pavilion shook violently. Zhang Yuan himself was affected as well, his Celestial Conceptual Image thrown into turmoil. Several attempts to unleash his divine abilities failed.
This was unmistakably a mystic wonder.
Boom!
The pavilion collapsed completely, burying Zhang Yuan beneath it. A moment later, Three-Colored Qi Light shot into the sky, and Zhang Yuan and Wangyou True Person leaped out of the wreckage, coming to a stop atop the ruins.
"Wangyou, you can leave first," Zhang Yuan said, turning to Wangyou True Person.
Wangyou True Person always acted cautiously. Now that he had exposed his identity, not only Deng Qiuzhi, but Wenren Shangzhi, Deng Fuchuan, Lu Danyan, and the First God Cult Master would come after him as well. This was no ordinary danger; fleeing was only natural.
Wangyou True Person raised an eyebrow. "Can you handle this?"
Zhang Yuan rolled his eyes at her. "I can stay alive. If you're worried about my safety, Fellow Daoist Wangyou, why not hold off one of those four for me?"
However timid Wangyou True Person might be, she was still at the