Lin Mu's eyes narrowed. 'He's really going to do it.'
He had initially expected the plump elder to attempt another escape through administrative tricks or defensive treasures. Using an explosive weapon in a confined chamber filled with his own subordinates was an entirely different matter.
'Even if I can withstand it, the others might not.' Lin Mu could already sense the reactions of the surrounding cultivators.
Some were attempting to retreat, while others were hurriedly activating defensive techniques.
However, the flame was already touching the wick and there was barely any time left.
'Too late to handle this normally.' Lin Mu made his decision.
He could no longer afford to maintain every aspect of Zhenyu's established fighting style. The lives of the surrounding cultivators were more important than preserving the finer details of his disguise.
