"Buzz——"
Zhang Jie raised his hand, forming a Finger Technique, and Dao Rhyme flowed between his flicking fingers.
Inside the small temple, the statue resembling him began to shine with golden light.
The golden light pierced through the temple's roof, shooting straight to Yun Xiao, dyeing the morning mist with golden splendor.
The entire small temple trembled slightly, beams and pillars roaring, as if a hidden army of thousands was within.
"Suppress the demon!"
Zhang Jie let out a low shout, and the statue's golden light grew even stronger.
Seven streams of condensed golden light burst from the statue, like seven golden dragons swirling in the air, finally forming a giant golden wheel print over a yard in diameter.
The wheel print was filled with dense Dao Patterns.
Each one reverberated with fierce demon-suppressing power, the Runes shimmered, vaguely echoing Daoist songs, crushing toward the middle-aged Daoist.
