Facing off against the sky-obscuring tree vines, members of the Mystical Studies society felt their hearts waver and tremble, they took out their talismans preparing to fight.
However, Huang Xiaolong nonchalantly stood up, a golden light exploding from him like an atomic bomb detonating, its abrupt radiance too bright to look at directly. In the blink of an eye, all the vine tendrils hurling towards him were turned into ash.
Seeing Huang Xiaolong's formidable bearing, everyone, be it Xia Ying, Ma Chuxia, or the elite members of the Mystical Studies, was completely awestruck.
Even the Bian Family members were staring in admiration.
By then, under the leadership of Bian Mudong, the Bian Family had already blasted the large pagoda tree to pieces. The ground was covered with broken vines that looked like dead snakes. Some vines were still twitching and convulsing, but clearly, they could not harm anyone anymore.
