Seeing that it was about to reach "one," an older cultivator's expression changed slightly. He opened his mouth and cried, "This junior is incompetent; I came to the Yaotai Gathering in search of treasures, not to intercept and kill Daoist sect cultivators. Whether this Xiao Hua is a Daoist sect cultivator or not has nothing to do with this junior..."
As he spoke, the cultivator hurriedly flew several yards away, trying to break free of the encirclement.
"Damn it!!!" True Lord Huode roared. "Xiong Yi, how dare you ruin this old man's face?"
With that, True Lord Huode waved his hand, and a fire shuttle several inches long appeared in midair, turning into a streak of light as it shot toward the cultivator. Before the fire shuttle even arrived, its towering ferocity had already shrouded the area dozens of yards around Xiong Yi.
Xiong Yi was frightened out of his wits. He was merely at the early Nascent Soul stage—how could he withstand the fury of a late Nascent Soul cultivator like True Lord Huode? He had truly never expected True Lord Huode to be so shameless as to kill him before everyone's eyes.
"One!!!" Xiao Hua spoke coldly, his gaze like lightning, his voice so chilling it pierced to the bone. "Other than Xiong Yi, from this moment onward... you are no longer your own masters!"
As he spoke, Xiao Hua rubbed his hands together. "Rumble..." A bolt of lightning as thick as a child's arm sprang from thin air and struck True Lord Huode's fire shuttle. Xiao Hua was truly enraged this time. The lightning contained immense force, and a single strike immediately knocked the entire fire shuttle out of the air, leaving several cracks across its surface!
"How... how is this possible?" True Lord Huode was aghast.