As Wang Baole dashed out, he raised his right hand and summoned the tri-colored flying swords. They flew around him, exuding a fearsome aura. One flew under his feet, and it was as if he was standing atop a flying sword as Wang Baole's hair fluttered in the wind. On his left and right were two dazzling colored flying swords. They shot forward, like shooting stars, racing into the distance.
Kong Dao watched as Wang Baole left without another word, charging off like a force of nature. Alarm colored his face as he lifted his head and studied the aerial map above him. Somewhere near them, three keys had gathered and were approaching them. It was clear they were being targeted. The intruders had clearly noticed Wang Baole approaching them, but they didn't stop in their tracks and instead sped up. The two would likely cross paths within half an hour!
The sight sent anxiety coursing through Kong Dao. He immediately chased after Wang Baole, yelling after him.