Yan Xiaobao remained inside, completely uninjured.
If this was all there was to it, it might not be such a big deal, but what was most infuriating was that Yan Xiaobao was just standing there, arms tightly crossed behind his back, his chin thrust out, gazing up at the clouds like a hero.
"Too weak," he said, flicking his sleeve before placing his hand back behind him again. "But then again, I've never seen anyone break through all my shields."
Gongsun Wan'er's eyes seemed about to pop out of her skull. She had fought many battles, but had never encountered anyone skilled in using defense shields. Yan Xiaobao was the first.
She could see him surrounded by dozens of ordinary shields, along with the Divine Crane Shield, the black substance covering his skin, a massive iron pot on his back, and multiple leather jackets. She felt annoyed, uneasy, and even a bit amazed.
The spectators from the North Shore were also displeased.
