The group swiftly took action after surrounding him.
One of them circulated mana within themselves, which carried a hint of ethereality, and in an instant, flashed behind Zhang Fei Xuan, thrusting a hand blade towards his waist.
Zhang Fei Xuan spun around fiercely, flipping open his folding fan, and in a flash, he lashed out a blood blade. But just as the blood blade appeared, he saw the person transform into a wisp of smoke, followed by a piercing sound coming from his side.
Whoosh!
The man appeared at Zhang Fei Xuan's side and his palm abruptly stabbed into Zhang Fei Xuan's waist, piercing it instantly.
But at that moment, Zhang Fei Xuan's form rippled like water and vanished.
He reappeared not far away, his complexion extremely grave because in that person's hand was his own belt.
"You all can go to hell!"
