"Tie Jian, you..."
Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, the elderly man surnamed Liu beside him instantly turned into a streak of fire and shot away. Appearing seventy or eighty feet away, he stared in shock and fury at the man holding a bloody arm.
"Hahaha, Brother Tie, you've finally made your choice! My risk in sneaking in here wasn't wasted after all." The black-robed man who had been lying immobilized on the ground suddenly burst into laughter.
Black mist billowed around him, and his body rose upright on its own. Then he opened his mouth and spat out several white nails, each as thick as a finger, driving them into the earth before him. The wounds on his body rapidly vanished, leaving him fully restored.
"Master!"
Ximen Mei cried out at the sight.
Senior Brother Qi and the other disciples also recoiled in alarm. Spiritual light flashed around their bodies as magical artifacts appeared one after another.
The spear-wielding disciple suspected of being a Guardian Warrior shuddered, then flung the Shadow Demon Clone on his shoulder far away with a backhanded toss. He himself leaped twenty feet away with a whoosh.
"Hmph. You dared spoil my plans. Survive one punch, and I'll spare your life." Tie Jian snorted and glanced toward Wang Yu. Tossing aside the bloody arm in his hand, he suddenly punched across the distance, launching a terrifying, table-sized Fist Shadow.
The warning to the old man earlier had actually come from Wang Yu.
At this sight, the people around Wang Yu blanched and scattered without a second thought.
Only Wang Yu felt the space around him turn rock-hard in an instant, leaving him unable to budge. His face paled. He abruptly drew a deep breath, his body swelling larger, and swung his thickened