Xu Yunfan's gaze swept over the members of the Five Great Sects below the stage like a blade, a faint, cold smile playing on his lips.
The fragments of the Dragon-Suppressing Seal beneath his feet crackled softly, a stark reminder that the previous battle hadn't been a contest—it had been a complete rout.
The purple-robed Elder from the Jiuyao Sect subconsciously clenched the Great Sun Meteor Core hidden in his sleeve, his knuckles turning white. Still, he dared not activate it.
Beside him, a Daoist from the Profound Daoist Sect broke out in a cold sweat. The Talisman in his hand was already soaked through, blurring the Cinnabar Runes.
The Sword Cultivators from the Jiangnan Dao Sword Pavilion were even paler. Their swords quivered in their scabbards, as if in fear of the figure on the stage.
The emissary from Penglai Pavilion felt his throat tighten.
'This Cold Iron Chain is said to be able to bind a Flood Dragon, yet I can't bring myself to throw it!'
