Watching the multicolored lights surge towards him, Fan Wu's face showed no sign of worry, because it wasn't worth his concern.
He merely revealed a slightly excited smile, and didn't even draw his Demon-slaying Sword from behind. Instead, he simply clenched his right fist and stepped forward, before hurling a punch into the air.
Such a punch, which appeared to be striking nothing but air, set off a thunderous boom, sending a powerful gust in all directions.
The attacks from every direction, under the force of Fan Wu's fist, instantly shattered.
The sweeping gust, like a fierce wind, continued to blow fiercely, sending tiles off the roofs of buildings and revealing their interiors.
Moreover, Fan Wu had excellent control over his attack; the residual effects did not reach Yun Jiuqing and others nearby.
