A moment later, faint rustling sounds rose throughout the area.
The cultivators of the Phantom Star Sect and the Great Zhao Dynasty quietly gathered into their respective groups amid the standoff. The terrifying aura emanating from the Water Flood Dragon had greatly affected and shocked every cultivator present below the late Golden Core stage.
Led by Venerable Tianhong and Ouyang Yi, several people wore worry across their faces as they continuously circulated their True Yuan.
"This won't do. The Water Flood Dragon is far too powerful, and Sun Wenyuan could recover his Nascent Soul Stage cultivation at any moment. We must act and lend Su Shi'er a hand."
Venerable Tianhong's expression darkened as he quietly made the suggestion to those beside him.
But just as his words fell and Ouyang Yi was about to nod,
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"Lend him a hand? Do you truly take this Emperor and the fellow Daoists of the Great Zhao Dynasty for dead men?"
"You dare attack a Nascent Soul titan with Golden Core stage cultivation? You might as well watch with this Emperor and see how he courts death!"
Zhao Mingyuan stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his deep, powerful voice echoing through the rain like a tolling bell.
As his voice rang out, everyone from the Great Zhao Dynasty simultaneously stirred their True Yuan.
Invisible auras spread forth, aimed directly at Venerable Tianhong and the others.
In the blink of an eye, the cultivators on both sides faced off warily. No one rushed to make a move, but Venerable Tianhong, Ouyang Yi, and the others were consequently unable to offer Su Shi'er any aid at all.
After merely the time it took an incense stick to burn, the dragon's body trembled again, faint radiance flashing across its entire form.
The next instant,