"Good!"
The purple Great Cauldron came rushing toward his face immediately; there was no need for Yu Yuwei to remind them again, Quan Yi and the disciple beside him both attacked with wind-riding haste, making Tuoba Chongyuan momentarily lose his opportunity.
A surge of fury, like a sudden overturning of a boat in a gutter, shot up in his heart; Tuoba Chongyuan almost dispersed the nearly completed spell. His eyebrows shot up in an instant, his mouth bellowed like spring thunder, and he shouted:
"The nerve!"
In his other hand, a white light suddenly shone, turning into six white whips, trailing long tassels, and bearing the onslaught of several spells, he simply swept his sleeve to block them, while one hand struck out toward Li Xizhi.
