Even with the ultimate Protective Divine Skill of the Immovable Zen Sect, Zen Master Hui Ji found it completely ineffective under the influence of the Thousand Mechanism Powder.
As this blade was about to fall, Zen Master Hui Ji was surely doomed.
A barely noticeable cyan flame suddenly drifted down from the sky.
This cyan flame was faint and seemed slow, but was actually fast.
By the time Ling Xin reacted, it had already erupted explosively.
It blasted him away entirely, his body resembling a ragged bag, slamming into the wall opposite the Zen room. When he struggled to his feet, the room's door was already wide open.
The lamp mixed with the Thousand Mechanism Powder was also extinguished by someone.
With a gust of wind, the poisonous gas of the Thousand Mechanism Powder inside the room was swept away completely.
Ling Xin looked up and saw two people dressed in black standing on either side, and a man in a cyan robe, masked, staring at him with an indecipherable expression.
