He pinched a gray flame in his other hand, swept it across, forcing several people to retreat again and again. With a seal and a release, he seized the purple magic artifact.
This act instantly provoked the anger of the crowd. In a split second, five or six spells rained down at once. The black-robed man chuckled coldly, not retreating but instead charging forward, flying straight into the hall.
While the cultivators fought fiercely outside, Zhang Yun and several others didn't pause outside the hall at all—instead, they flew in together early on. They were all tacitly agreeing not to compete with these few. Now, as the black-robed man barged in with a single breath, it really made the rest outside stop in their tracks.
Li Xuanfeng did not pay much mind to the situation in the field, instead fixing his gaze on the nearest page of the Dharma Tome.
"Boom!"
