"Young man, don't act rashly."
A white-robed elder spoke up. "Yun Tiankong was in the wrong just now. I apologize to you on his behalf, but killing Yun Tiankong will bring you no benefit. It will only enrage our Yun Family.
"What good will it do you to provoke our Yun Family? If Yun Tiankong dies, then not only you, but even your family beside you will have to die and be buried with him. Is that price worth it?"
He wore a kindly expression and tried to persuade him with gentle words.
"If you dare harm even a single hair on Yun Tiankong's head, this old man will never let you off. Your whole family will die."
Another black-robed elder said coldly, murderously.
The two elders played their parts in perfect concert—one the white face, one the black face.
The other two Dharma Image Realm mighty figures' gazes flickered as they watched Xia Ping's every move. They wanted to strike at once and save Yun Tiankong, but Xia Ping had not revealed a single opening.
Yun Tiankong's life was at stake, and they did not dare allow the slightest accident. If their rescue came too late, this savage native might crush Yun Tiankong to death.
Qiu Xue and the others felt as though they could barely breathe. Four Dharma Image Realm mighty figures had appeared here—the pressure they exerted was simply too immense. Even in Bright Moon Pavilion, they would be elder-level existences, lofty and untouchable.
Yet now, four Dharma Image Realm mighty figures had joined forces to surround this place. This was practically a certain-death situation.
Bang!
But just as the two Dharma Image Realm mighty figures finished speaking, Yun Tiankong suddenly let out a miserable roar. His face twisted savagely, and his eyes revealed unwillingness, terror, and