Capturing a Dragon with One Hand

Qingyun Temple was situated atop several peaks surrounding Qingyun Peak, perpetually shrouded in clouds and mist. Any mortal who stumbled inside would lose their way, and only by kneeling to confess their sins could they escape.

Today, two uninvited guests arrived above the clouds. One had an ordinary face and wore a scholar's robes, while the other was dressed in white robes flowing around her, her features exquisitely beautiful like a fairy from the heavenly palace.

"Brother Luo, Qingyun Temple is below us. Should we observe courtesy before force and send them a visiting card first?"

Dong Lijun's bright gaze fell upon Qingyun Temple's Mountain Protecting Great Formation below as she spoke.

"No need for such trouble. Let's just say hello directly!"

After speaking, Luo Hong's right palm suddenly turned black. At once, a three-zhang-long jet-black Ghost Claw condensed above the formation.

Without a second word, Luo Hong slammed his right palm downward. The Rakshasa Ghost Hand crashed down with it, striking a crimson light barrier that suddenly appeared with a thunderous boom.

"Brother Luo, this is the Twin Sun Demon-Dispelling Great Formation. It greatly restrains Yin-attributed treasures. You—"

Seeing the Rakshasa Ghost Hand seething with Yin Qi, Dong Lijun hurriedly warned him. Yet before she could finish, the Rakshasa Ghost Hand pushed through the blazing crimson Yang flames and tore a large hole in the barrier.

"Fellow Daoists of Qingyun Temple, come out and meet me."

At this point, Luo Hong did not take the opportunity to break into the formation. Instead, he sent out his voice transmission loudly.

Empowered by his immense magic power, Luo Hong's seemingly casual words echoed clearly across Qingyun Peak and the surrounding peaks, causing Qingyun Temple's Daoists, young and old, to look up.

The Red-faced Old Daoist's expression turned cold when he heard