Roar!
The Yellow Dragon howled in agony. A mysterious power within the nail pinned him in place, leaving him unable to move.
At the sight of the brocade-robed youth and the white-robed Daoist, everyone's pupils trembled with shock, their nerves mingling with excitement.
Both sides had a mighty Yang Spirit cultivator!
Realization dawned on the wardens of the Four Commanderies. No wonder they had sensed danger—the Peaceful Heaven Sect had brought a mighty Yang Spirit cultivator. Fortunately, their own side had one too.
With their doubts resolved, they retreated in an orderly fashion to the white-robed Daoist's side and continued facing off against the Peaceful Heaven Sect. The other mighty Spirit Refining cultivators of Great Xuan followed suit.
The Peaceful Heaven Sect's cultivators likewise gathered beside the brocade-robed youth, addressing him respectfully as Young Lord.
Xuanming was wary as well, especially of the brocade-robed youth. Yet he had important work to do and could not seek shelter beside the white-robed Daoist as the others had.
Drawing a deep breath and steeling his resolve, he let out a stern shout. While the Yellow Dragon was immobilized, he poured all his strength into expelling Resentment and blood baleful intent.
The brocade-robed youth snorted coldly, his gaze icy. He recognized Xuanming as the man who had grievously wounded the True Dragon and driven the Golden Toad Demon King to his death. Spreading his fingers, he unleashed surging earthen-yellow radiance. An earthen-yellow seal pressed down, swelling against the wind until it loomed with the imposing weight of a mountain ten thousand feet high.
Xuanming's expression grew more solemn than ever. Without hesitation, he withdrew his Dharma Body and Dharma Aspect, then shifted away from the Yellow Dragon in a single step, putting distance between them. However important the Yellow Dragon was, his own life