When Li Huowang saw the dread that appeared on the faces of the other four upon hearing the Taoist's words, he was immediately struck by an idea.
"Wait, maybe we don't necessarily have to resort to violence. Perhaps we can try to scare them off!"
After a brief few moments, Li Huowang clenched his teeth and gripped the Marrow Sword in his hand tightly, turning the hilt outward and plunging it fiercely into the ground. His surroundings began to waver between illusion and reality.
"Hmph? Why can't I die? Then you might as well ask Zhuge Yuan himself! Silent and traceless! I stand tall amid the illusory calamity! Undying and unyielding! Beyond the three realms I soar! Alive!"
When the Astrological Bureau agents saw the image of a Scholar holding a folding fan flickering in and out of existence before Li Huowang, deep fear filled their eyes— they knew all too well the true power of Zhuge Yuan.