My Right Hand (2)

"Morning Dao Sect disciples, stand down and sit!" Sect Master Yue said in a low voice. Yet it was like a thunderous roar, causing the Morning Dao Sect disciples whose cultivation bases had erupted and who were prepared to help Su Ming to fall silent. In a moment, they returned to the Azure Dragon's continent.

The nine million cultivators on the nine continents in the area below were also forced to a stop. They glared at the area above them and returned to their own stone platforms.

It was also during this moment that the circle formed by the one thousand Abyss Dragons started shrinking around Su Ming in the center. The speed of it was so quick that they rushed at him in the blink of an eye.

As they closed in, a gigantic, illusory dragon head took shape. Roaring, it gathered together the power of the one thousand Abyss Dragons and their burning souls. With a vast amount of life force, it charged towards Su Ming with loud booming sounds.