Just as these people were about to be overwhelmed, a pure white barrier suddenly appeared, enveloping over a dozen desperate mid-level members of the Water Drop Organization, its protection impenetrable.
This shield, heavily imbued with personal flair, was instantly recognized, causing murmurs of shock in the crowd as they subconsciously stepped back several paces.
"Thunder King Salon?!"
As soon as those words were spoken, Xiao Tian and the others found themselves isolated outside the barrier. Celestial Punishment Daoist, holding a longsword, thrust it forward, only to feel as if he had struck iron, producing only metallic clangs.
Xiao Tian punched out, causing the white shield to ripple like water, while a paralyzing sensation spread from his wrist, making the muscles of his entire arm tense.
