The Phosphorus Fire Bombs exploded one after another about three feet from Meng Zizai. Green Flame suddenly spread across a ten-foot radius, and poisoned steel needles shot through the phosphorus fire toward Meng Zizai, who was already engulfed in it.
Xi Yan dashed forward with astonishing speed. She had not chosen to escape through Hu Xiaotian's position because she did not want him to let her pass deliberately and implicate himself.
Yet a palm reached out of the phosphorus fire. Its movement seemed unhurried, but it suddenly gave the impression that time had frozen. The palm struck Xi Yan's shoulder and sent her flying sideways. Then Meng Zizai walked out of the phosphorus fire completely unharmed, without so much as a scratch. Xi Yan's all-out counterattack had been utterly insignificant before him.
Hu Xiaotian acted at that moment. He rushed forward and struck Xi Yan between the shoulder blades with his palm. A dull thump sounded, and Xi Yan spat out a mouthful of blood. On the surface, his strike appeared intended to stop her, but in truth, he was helping her dissipate Meng Zizai's incomparably powerful palm force. Xi Yan's slender body slowly descended. Although her feet touched the ground, she could no longer control her trembling.
Murong Zhan's slender sword tore through the air with a piercing whistle. A dazzling, snow-bright sword radiance over a foot long, visible to the naked eye, extended from its edge as it thrust straight toward Xi Yan's throat.
Xi Yan's face was ashen. She closed her eyes, her heart sinking into sorrow. Xiaotian, we'll meet again in the next life!
But at that moment, Hu Xiaotian seized Xi Yan and shielded her with his body, roaring, "Stop!"
Murong Zhan's attack faltered, his sword forced to halt midway. Meng Zizai and Hong Beimo