Yang Fan also couldn't figure out what the onlookers were thinking or saying. At this moment, his eyes were fixed on Dan Chongliu from the Holy Temple, because he was interfering with the breakthrough of the only person in the Canglan Sect who could enter the Divinity Transformation Realm, an unforgivable action.
As for Feng Luoyu and this group of Holy Temple disciples, Yang Fan paid them no mind.
At this time, on the Holy Temple's side, as Feng Luoyu threw out his treasures, other Holy Temple disciples wielded their weapons and formed hand gestures. Suddenly, golden lotus flowers, shapes of Divine Beasts, a sky full of Flying Swords, and billowing black smoke, all sorts of spell attacks, rushed towards Yang Fan, who was charging forward.
Yang Fan didn't care about the attacks falling from mid-air; he wore a cold smile, allowing those spells to bombard his body. Countless attacks came, yet none could slow Yang Fan even a step.
