Xing Yan had come bristling with fury, but once he arrived and took stock of the situation, he had no immediate intention of doing anything to the man in white. After hearing Qiong Rong's tearful account and looking at the state of the two of them, it seemed that "Rain Master Juntai" had actually suffered the greater loss.
Yet no one had expected that Rain Master Juntai, surrounded on all sides and dogged by misfortune, would suddenly strike before he had even finished his mocking remark!
Before his words had faded, Jun Tai's robes and hair flew up. Amid the confusion, everyone heard a tearing hiss, and the divine general's white ceremonial robe seemed to be swept by an enormous unseen hand, whipping behind him with a sharp swish. In the blink of an eye, a furious gale raged through the tiny patch of ground where the white-robed divine general stood!
Everything happened with astonishing speed. Just as those around him saw the wind surge and his robes fly like banners, the white-robed god had already let his long hair loose and tilted his face toward the sky. Amid the gale, he raised two snow-white arms, like carvings of jade, high above him. Howling cries rang from his mouth as his ten curved fingers tapped lightly at the empty air in every direction. With those gentle taps, like knocks upon a door, the sea and cloudy heavens around them underwent a sudden upheaval, and mighty waves surged! Each time Jun Tai flicked a finger, masses of black clouds gathered in the sky toward which his knuckles pointed, piling and clustering, converging and accumulating. In an instant, they shrouded the brilliant daylight as though an army of night had descended!
"Stop!"
Seeing black clouds rolling in from every direction and wind