Qu Qingfeng raised his head and glanced at the roaring True Dragon charging toward him. He uttered a single word.
"Silence."
Dao and law followed his speech; in the heavens and earth, the word "silence" seemed to appear, ethereal and elusive, yet it contained the profound truths of the Dao. The roaring dragon's head seemed to quiet, its speed visibly slowed, as though frozen in place.
Li Fan's face showed a look of astonishment. He saw Qingfeng's aura enveloping his and Lu Yuan's bodies, instantly sending the two of them away. Their bodies floated weightlessly, gently drifting backward.
Meanwhile, Qu Qingfeng straightened his back, soaring into the sky with unyielding determination. Behind him, a massive Dharma Form loomed, accompanying him as he ascended into the heavens.
As he began his upward ascent, the dragon-head fist descended furiously, sending sand flying as a deep pit formed on the ground. The Bai Lu Academy's array trembled violently, showing cracks.
