In the main hall of Courtyard 96 in Zone A of the Inner Ward, a group of cultivators wore ugly expressions.
So many of them had joined forces to strike across space and kill Wang Quan.
Yet they had failed to kill him, and he had broken their spells in just a few dozen breaths.
Now he was even asking whether they had run out of tricks?
What was he trying to do?
The next breath, they saw a large circle appear before the stick figure in the painting.
Many orthodox cultivators and New-Method Cultivators with shallow foundations looked bewildered.
But the expressions of those with deep foundations shifted slightly. They immediately realized something:
"How arrogant!"
"After breaking the spatial blockade, he didn't flee. Instead, he counterattacked right where he stood?"
"How can he be so confident?"
When Wang Quan had cast the Backtracking Art just now, these cultivators with deep foundations had all shrouded themselves in mist and activated artifacts to conceal their forms.
Now, seeing Wang Quan counterattack on the spot, they realized something was wrong.
The dwarf cultivator snapped his fingers, and a candle flame appeared. "Everyone, I have a visitor at home. I'm going back to receive my guest."
Before the others could react, he leaped up, his body shrinking as the candle flame grew.
In barely a breath, the candle flame swallowed the dwarf cultivator completely, then turned into a streak of fire and vanished into the distance in an instant.
One cultivator spat out a mouthful of water. It swept around him, turning into blue light that roared away. "Everyone, I still have to work to earn my keep. I'll be leaving first!"
Another cultivator reached out and seized a gust of wind. Without a word, he used Wind Escape and left directly.
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