"This disciple pays his respects to Master!"
The nearby Daoist Zhou's expression changed in an instant. He immediately dropped to his knees, striking his forehead heavily against the cyan jade bricks.
The six black-robed disciples behind him were trembling with fear, prostrating themselves fully on the ground and holding their breath. The Beidou Sword Array, whose Sword Qi had just been soaring to the heavens, now dared not leak the slightest fluctuation of Blood Qi.
Bi Yuan didn't even lift an eyelid, simply waving a sleeve nonchalantly.
In an instant, a Gang Wind erupted. Daoist Zhou and his men were lifted as if by a giant, invisible hand and sent flying backward through the air for over a hundred feet.
Yet they landed as lightly as feathers, their robes unstained by even a speck of dust.
"Thank you for your mercy, Master!"
Daoist Zhou's voice trembled as he led his disciples, backing away and out of the great hall.
