"Great Venerable."
Ming Yue halted midair, and Tianxuan no longer made a move.
"Great Venerable."
Those who had gathered around from all directions also stopped in their tracks, looking toward the Dragon Shadow with great apprehension.
Even Wuzhiqi himself bared his teeth, his eyes filled with wariness. He intended to speak up but held back the thought, as his aura became more agitated and fierce.
Clearly there to save him, yet Wuzhiqi's fear of the Great Venerable surpassed that of the enemies encircling him.
"Do you all really wish to harm the people of my Sect on my own turf, as if you have no regard for my presence here?"
The Dragon Shadow's head was unseen while its body meandered like a mountain range. When it spoke, a great wind suddenly rose, heard for a thousand li, as if heralding the return of stormy weather.
