The already quiet Broken Daoist Temple fell deathly silent.
Everyone's gaze turned to Yang An, their expressions intriguing.
Attacking Broken Hand at the slightest provocation was a clear show of force.
To be fair, Broken Hand had started it. While everyone else kept their mouths shut, he was the one who had to speak up.
Wen Yin, standing to the side, had a look of nervousness and surprise on her face.
Broken Hand's words were aimed at her, but her Senior Brother had struck without hesitation. 'Will this cause trouble for him?'
The sound of scattering gravel came from outside the temple. Countless sharp branches suddenly shot through the large hole, lunging toward Yang An.
Seeing things were going south, the others quickly dodged to the side.
Yang An's expression remained unchanged as he stood his ground. He slightly raised his hand, which began to emit a dazzling light.
The attacking branches couldn't even get close to him before they were rapidly and silently dissolved.
