Boom-
The instant those words fell, silver light flashed in Han Quan's eyes, and dust rose all around!
Xie Jinhuan's figure remained unchanged, but his presence climbed steadily. Wandering Dragon Coils the Mountain swept up the surrounding dust, and with exquisitely precise control of Qi, he condensed it in midair into a yellow dragon. Its whiskers streamed, its scales stood distinct, and it circled within a span of over ten feet around him like a living creature.
Whoosh, whoosh...
The coiling dragon was a shape Xie Jinhuan had sculpted himself, purely to show off his skill, yet the tens of thousands of common folk present truly felt a faint, elusive pressure.
The sensation was indistinct, as though a dragon thousands of miles long lay coiled beyond the sky and had now opened its eyes to gaze upon this confluence of three rivers, tiny as a withered leaf. It was difficult to observe with mortal eyes, yet everyone could distinctly sense its existence!
The Seven Martial Dao Heroes near the Dragon Sacrifice Platform felt that the instant Dragon Might appeared, they had fallen from overlords reigning over the Jianghu to sacrifices on the platform, about to be cast into the river. Astonishment covered their faces.
A rare trace of startled uncertainty appeared in Wei Wuyi's eyes. Although he had met Qixia True Person, he had been young then and certainly had never seen Qixia True Person forced to reveal his innate Divine Ability. Thus, even as the foremost figure of the Martial Dao, he could not work out what this was.
Opposite him, Wei Yin had possessed a murderous bearing unrivaled in the world, his Tiger Eyes resembling a god in heaven looking down upon mortal ants.
But the instant that wandering dragon of yellow sand appeared, Wei Yin's gaze turned