They couldn't understand each other, so there was no way to communicate. What were they supposed to do?
As silence settled between the two sides, the man standing atop the black dragon's head pointed at Bai Yang and the others, then rattled off another sentence, his voice rising several pitches.
Jiang Nan rubbed his chin and said with a strange look, "Brother Bai, I can't understand what that bastard's saying, but judging by his tone and expression, he seems pretty hostile."
"Master, should I go over and teach them a lesson? I've had my cultivation sealed aboard the Eternal Boat for so long. This is the perfect chance to get some practice." Little Wolf craned his neck, looking eager to get started.
After a moment's thought, Bai Yang's eyes lit up. "No rush."
Then Bai Yang looked toward the other side and reached out, grabbing at the air. A man in his sixties, standing atop a black dragon half the size of the first one and behind the man on its head, flew toward him against his will.
It all happened in an instant—so fast that the group on the other side didn't even have time to react.
The man Bai Yang had pulled over was still in midair, his face twisted with rage. The scarlet edge of his spear flared, and he thrust it at Bai Yang.
Bai Yang frowned. With a thought, he froze the man in place.
The man was only at the Grandmaster level, and the way he moved and circulated energy through his body was crude beyond belief. In Bai Yang's eyes, he was nothing but an ant. One thought was all it took to subdue him.
By now, the group across from them had reacted. Their faces turned cold with fury, and a surging,