Using Power to Oppress Others
The male cultivator Lü Yiming from Yin Spring Valley looked at Lu Xiaotian and the others with lingering shock. Yin Wind Valley had never gotten along well with the Cloudglow Immortal Sect. Although Lu Xiaotian had driven off the Ice-Armored Serpent Monster, allowing Lü Yiming to escape disaster, the situation before Lü Yiming was a case of shutting the door against wolves only to let tigers in through the back door. These immortals from the Cloudglow Immortal Sect had even managed to frighten away the Ice-Armored Serpent Monster. If they so much as formed the thought, Lü Yiming would have no hope of surviving.
Lu Xiaotian waved a hand, and most of the icy mist binding Mo Dayou was drawn back into the Ice Demon Pot. Frozen within the mist, Mo Dayou had been shivering violently, his face already blue-green. When the bone-chilling cold abruptly melted away, Mo Dayou came to himself and was overjoyed.
"Mr. Dongfang!" Mo Dayou was even more delighted than Hu Xiaofeng.
Lü Yiming looked at Lu Xiaotian and the others in lingering trepidation, unsure what to do. The Cloudglow Immortal and Yun Li exchanged a glance and were just about to act when another wave of aura fluctuations came from the distance. Several immortals from Yin Wind Valley shot toward them. At their head was a brown-robed old man whose eyes were as sharp as lightning, and whose aura surpassed Lü Yiming's by a wide margin.
"Senior Brother Luo!" Lü Yiming was overjoyed when he saw the reinforcements approaching, as though he had found his rescuers.
"So it's fellow cultivators from the Cloudglow Immortal Sect. May I ask what you intend to do?" The brown-robed old man at the head swept a sharp gaze over Lu Xiaotian and the others.