"He... isn't he the young man who suddenly appeared at the Misty Cloud Sect that day and defeated the old Sect Leader? Didn't he already spare the Misty Cloud Sect? Why has he come back?"
"Damn it! Looking at this formation, could it be that he doesn't intend to spare our Misty Cloud Sect after all?!"
Hearing the voices of several elders, the crowd forced their eyes open and struggled to look toward the Ice Dragon in the sky.
Upon the broad back of the Ice Dragon stood two figures, proud and imposing.
The man on the left wore a black robe, its hem snapping in the wind. A faint, chilling sneer rested on his stern face.
The person on the right wore a long white dress, like an immortal cast down from the heavens, though her eyes now held a trace of complicated emotion.
"What terrifying soul pressure. So it was this brat who unleashed it!" Wu Protector struggled beneath the dreadful soul pressure. Sensing the situation above the Misty Cloud Sect's plaza, he instantly understood where the pressure had come from.
"Why has he come back? Could he have already discovered..." Yun Shan had been crushed flat against the ground by the soul pressure, utterly unable to move.
Xiao Yao looked toward the depths of the Misty Cloud Sect, a cold smile curling at his lips.
With a lift of his hand, a pair of enormous black hands reached out from the void deep in the rear mountain. In an instant, they firmly seized the two men.
The next moment, they appeared above the plaza.
"Soul Hall?" Xiao Yao slowly stepped forward and stopped before the two of them, his icy gaze fixed on Yun Shan.
"Yun Shan, the grand Sect Leader of Misty Cloud Mountain, I never