Zhang Yan's expression remained calm and composed. With a flick of his spell, the water-colored light screen flashed by, and in the blink of an eye, the hundred-plus Magic Artifacts disappeared.
Su Yihong's gaze immediately hardened, his fists emitting cracking sounds, and a gleam of excitement flashed in his eyes. With a loud voice, he declared, "Good! Now this opponent is interesting."
Zhang Yan stopped ten zhang away from him, standing with hands clasped behind his back, his manner serene and unruffled. His body was surrounded by swirling Cloud Mist, shrouded in light smoke. His Mysterious Robe fluttered, exuding an aura of abundant Dao Qi.
