Without Taking Shelter Beneath the Emperor's Wings, I Shall Hold My Head High and Stride On

"Noisy!"

Suddenly, the man in white shook his head slightly and lightly flicked a finger. Of the six, a rather frail-looking man floated into the air.

The man was stunned at first, his face blank with confusion. Then his expression changed, and just as he was about to struggle, the man in white curled his finger and flicked. A cold gleam flashed, running from the man's forehead all the way down to his crotch!

The next moment, he split in two. The aura of the Three Calamities and Five Adversities within him erupted and was about to rage forth, but cold gleams immediately flashed around it, circling and forcibly sealing all of that aura into an iron pellet.

Once the iron pellet took shape, it carried an aura of suppressing the present. It actually shattered space and, within the boundless Void, dragged over every strand of will, aura, conception, and trace linked by Karma, sealing them all inside. In the end, it condensed and settled before falling to the ground!

Everything happened far too quickly. Only when the iron pellet struck the ground with a clatter did the remaining five come back to their senses. All of them were horrified and glared furiously at Qiu Yan and the other man. The black-faced elder at their head widened his eyes and was about to raise his hand to form a seal, his lips moving as though he were chanting an incantation.

Yet those movements quickly froze. Neither the hand seal nor the incantation was completed. The black-faced elder had come to his senses and realized what had happened, and sweat immediately poured down like rain.

The other four reacted much the same way. None of them moved, as though they had been frozen solid.

"Very good. Fortunately, you reacted quickly and