On the nearby street, a large group of commoners had already knelt down, praising the names of various immortals.
Suddenly, another whoosh sounded, and the pure white dragon slowly disappeared from sight.
The commoners praised loudly.
Yet Xie Youli's eyes bulged, his legs went soft, and he could no longer hold himself up; thus, he sat down on the ground with his legs awkwardly spread, in a manner unbefitting a scholar.
Just now, everyone on the street was merely bowing their heads and extolling the immortals, but only he had seen a white light shoot out from the top of the Taoist Sect mountain. Calculating the trajectory, it had hit the pure white dragon right in its vulnerable spot, the reverse scale.
The dragon hadn't disappeared on its own, but had been killed by someone in the Taoist Sect from hundreds of yards away.
As this realization hit Xie Youli, an unstoppable shudder ran through his heart.
