As soon as he finished speaking.
Li Yun suddenly moved both hands at once, making a grabbing motion through the air at Old Daoist Wuchen on the left and Fairy Mei on the right.
There was no sign of any immortal power being stirred by Li Yun's hands.
Yet Old Daoist Wuchen and Fairy Mei both felt an unfathomable force pierce through their Immortal Bodies, as though it had passed through them and reached into some mysterious void intimately connected to them, one they had never noticed before, and seized something from within.
Just that single motion.
Both of them were struck by an indescribable sensation, as though their lives had been caught in Li Yun's hands.
They could not help but be horrified.
What the hell was this technique?
Could a Golden Immortal do something like this?
Why had they never heard of it before?
But before either of them could figure anything out, Li Yun had already spread open his hands before them. A phantom glow had miraculously lit up in his left palm, like a phoenix about to spread its wings and take flight. Yet for some reason, it seemed to lack that final burst of momentum and failed to soar into the sky.
In his right palm was a glow shaped like a flying dragon, as if it were soaring through the heavens, letting out waves of dragon roars at heaven and earth.
That alone would have been one thing.
But the dragon and phoenix on either side seemed able to sense each other's presence, both giving off the impression that they could not wait to fly toward one another.
At that moment.
Old Daoist Wuchen and Fairy Mei both felt an unprecedented stirring in their hearts.
They subconsciously glanced at each other.
Both their faces