"Absurd!"
Donghuang Mingyuan stared at his younger brother outside the inn, then at the white-robed Bai Yujing. A contemptuous sneer spread across his face.
He said, "This is a matter of the Eastern Phoenix Clan. What does it have to do with you? Slaying the Devil Race's witch is every cultivator's responsibility. Are you planning to stand up for her?"
"That's right!"
The man turned to glance at Bai Yujing, then turned back to look at Donghuang Ziyan, who had spat out a mouthful of blood, and the dozen or so prodigies—men and women—who had been struck by the sword.
He replied with a smile, "You guessed right. If this had been before, I could have turned a blind eye... but not today. Miss Bai is my younger sister, and Donghuang Yulou has acknowledged me as his elder brother. Their affairs are mine to decide."
As soon as those words were spoken, all the Eastern Phoenix Clan disciples were stunned.
Everyone knew that even the Four Great Sects would not dare say such a thing.
Sure enough, Donghuang Mingyuan said coldly, "Do you know who she is? Even knowing you can't protect her, you still want to try?"
"Know the white, guard the black, and become the world's model."
The man replied coldly, "If you keep black and white in your heart, what is there to fear from the Four Great Sects? Even your Eastern Phoenix Clan is nothing but a joke!"
With that, he looked toward Donghuang Ziyan as she slowly approached through the wind. He waved a hand and seized a mass of black mist before him.
In that instant, it was as though he had guarded the black and white, the yin and yang, of the entire world.
He knew those men likely would not let the