A hand had caught his Dao Xuan Spear, one formed by a Dao Xuan Technique!
The hand that acted did not belong to Ning Xuan. It was a Stone Hand.
The shattered bluestone slabs had formed a Stone Hand. It lacked a body, yet its strength was terrifying. His Dao Xuan Spear had been but a hair's breadth away from assassinating Ning Xuan, but beneath this Stone Hand, that hair's breadth became an insurmountable gulf.
The attacker was an elder. When he realized that the person who had blocked his attack—a Dao Xuan Master using just a single Stone Hand—was actually a woman, his expression instantly turned hideous.
"How dare you!"
With a low shout, ripples emanated from his body, and the Dao Xuan Spear began to solidify from its ethereal form. The Stone Hand was cracking, on the verge of shattering. Seeing this, the other Dao Xuan Masters who had been about to act chose to wait.
"Rise," Yun Wangshu uttered softly, her expression impassive as she lifted her right hand in a placid gesture.
