Though the voice was quiet, to Yankong, Yandao, and the Green Fly's Four Fierce Gu, it was truly a thunderclap, shaking them until their scalps tingled and their faces changed in horror.
The bright moon shed its clear radiance, and the shadows of trees swayed.
At some unknown moment, a figure had appeared on the roof ridge of the front courtyard. His blue robe stirred in the wind, his bearing graceful and extraordinary, his gaze deep. He surveyed everyone below with keen interest, as though enjoying a uniquely entertaining show.
"Hong Yuan!"
"Myriad Calamities Daoist!"
Yankong's pupils abruptly contracted. A little of the force inside him escaped beyond his control, and his monk's robe instantly snapped in the wind.
Yandao's long, snowy eyebrows bristled and danced like two little snakes, as though they, too, had been startled.
A chill ran down the backs of the Green Fly's Four Fierce Gu, and towering waves surged through their minds.
"Retreat!"
Shadow Moth gave a strange cry and swept his arms through the air. His gray robe spread into wings, and he instantly took flight, shooting backward.
The Green Fly was the best-informed organization under heaven. No one knew better than he did just how terrifying the Myriad Calamities Daoist was.
Yankong and Yandao, two divine monks of the Nine Tribulations Chan Monastery's Yan generation, were both Grandmasters. Together with the Four Fierce Gu, their fighting strength was enough to rampage across the world and shake its four corners.
Yet they were hardly stronger than the gathering on Wuwang Peak.
And on Wuwang Peak, how long had the Profound Ice Sect Master, Yu Linfeng, and the Yinshan Goddess, together with all those other experts, managed to hold off the Myriad Calamities Daoist?
Shadow Moth had no intention of testing him. He chose to