Yellow Heaven Overlord

Yet all the experts Xia Hong had sent stood rooted to the spot in an exceedingly strange manner. True qi churned within many of their Dantians, surging with immense force, but no one was willing to be the rafter that stuck out first and immediately make a move against Duàn Yì.

For an incomparably majestic, lofty, and profound Qi Aura had already blanketed the entire narrow mountain path, vast and mighty, joined to the dome of heaven and linked to the solid earth.

Even the sheer cliffs on either side seemed more than a notch shorter before this Qi Aura. It was simply powerful beyond all reason.

This was a peerless master. His outwardly released Qi Aura was merely a warning—if anyone so much as moved, once this aura was stirred and its power unleashed, people would absolutely die.

"May I ask this senior's esteemed name? Ruyi Tower is acting only to kill this little thief. We ask Senior to make things convenient for us and refrain from interfering, lest things become difficult for us.

"If we succeed in this great undertaking, we will certainly prepare a generous gift for Senior afterward."

At this moment, the gray-haired man who had previously advised Xia Ning to leave the center of the battlefield stepped forward once more.

Facing the Yellow Heaven Demon Venerable's near-heavenly pressure, he circulated his cultivation art and instead turned that pressure into a ceaseless stream of power within his body. At the same time, he clasped his fists toward him and spoke.

A needle hidden in cotton—soft on the outside, hard within.

First, he addressed the Yellow Heaven Demon Venerable as Senior, placing his own group in the lower position. Then he stated their identity and laid out the benefits. It was both carrot and stick, showing that